“When you know who you are,
and can see through your veils,
your old fears become wind in your sails,
then your heart heat unfurled,
from the hypnosis of your world,

“All those days we held our heads up high,
just like some winter birds before they turned to fly.
If there’s a story to be told, of being young or growing old,
getting tied up by those days you left behind.
Well, don’t sing a verse for me, I’ll be far away at sea,
trying to leave all my fears behind.
So I can say all these days I hold my head up high
and I’d say all these days I hold my head up high.”