Is good the enemy of great
Its cruel
The chosen ones are few
Us, we may rest
Birds, they have left
It’s good for me to ease the pain
My wounds are self inflected
I know I choose
I know I choose
To migrate someday soon
It’s no easy way to the sun
It’s good
For you to feel this way
It means you choose
That you’re the master of your path
Amongst men
Us, we may rest
You, you were blessed
Then you are the master
Then you are the master
Of your enemies
Of all the things that fly ahead of you