Once a brave bird flew too close to the sun
It died, didn't stick around for the long run
One bird strayed too close to the ground
Now all it can hear is a roaring hell hound
The last bird never left it's nest
He couldn't decide which one was best
To soar above and come crashing down
Or fly below like a third class clown
He wanted to be something new
But in fear he became
The bird that never flew
