learning to fly wasn't the goal

what use did I have for that kind of freedom?

all he wanted was someone to catch 

I fought my instincts

trying to fall was much harder

when I already knew how to fly

so I tried to forget

after all, who wants freedom?

they said true love was being held in a cage

when he came I pushed myself to fall

and as his hands came to open his cage

I soared

because love isn't in being trapped

love is in the freedom of flying

and having someone who encourages you to soar