Texty: Alpha. The Sky Is Mine. Brood.

I understand you don?t need to hold my hand
I realise that you have yourself to guide
I sympathise
And bless the day i gave your life to you
And gave you sense and memories
My job is done
I saw you through to where you begin to fly
Fly, you can fly
The years and the fears were empty long ago
Now my winter?s wait has come
I sympathise