Wings - Dead Or Alive

Weighin' on your mind like a ball and chain
Like a destiny to run from
Division in your soul
Keepin' you from whole
I can't bear to see you cryin'

The weight that lays on your shoulders
Could be the wings that carry you home

Sometimes you've got to die to be born again
Sometimes you've got to fight
Sometimes you've got to learn
Sometimes you've got to burn the old brush out, so the new can grow

The weight that lays on your shoulders
Could be the wings that carry you home

Could be the wings
Could be the wings
Could be the wings
Could be the wings

Like two long lost friends
Like two long lost friends
Like two long lost friends