I fly and feel the wind beneath my wings; it lifts me higher over the mountain tops
I see all the people under me, running like little black dots
Alas, they call, alas she’s come
From the dragon, let us run, let us run
I’m cool with them, I pay them no heed, but to harm me is their way, because of their greed
Ten thousand gold pieces for her heart, they cry
But I fly on, wondering why? And sigh…
