Wandering miles without ever arrivingNothing back to lean onCan’t go any further withheld by all that burdenLights are often dimmingBroken chains don’t make you freeIf you don’t walk the first stepBroken chains don’t make you freeDon’t make free if you don’t dare to flyApathy stands out and courage fades awayYou’re numb by your own indulgencesYou know the hand was given without nothing in exchangeSo reach out to stomp out this dark roomFly highInertiaTime to stir up, to rise, to changeTo stir up, to rise, to change, to fly