The flight in us has failed   Our wings are clipped and stitched   We dream of our own comfort and precious little else      You might say I'm housed here   Housed, but I'm not home   I'll know mine when I see it   I'll know mine when I'm done      The flight in us has failed   Our down has been denied   We pray for our own comfort and a God our size      It'd be a shame to stay this way or even to stay here   It'd be a crime not to let you carry me out of here