Seeking to stay above my ways, 
weighing my self to the bottom of my cage, 
to my mind what's weak but my heart stays the same. 
Never pushing my self against the wall,
moving my soul to a higher level to be
willing to stand here forever,
maybe I'll end up in the middle 
until I'm ready to be delivered, from evil, 
from pain which I'll never gain. 
I'll never gain it because of one thing 
I'm still standing above the rain, 
above the clouds itself which I'll never fear 
because I'm brave as an eagle with no wings, 
soaring above the sky with no worry at all. 
He has no wings but he will never fall.