a vain attempt to shackle me to this temporal plane
For I am not made of earth stuff
Just a vagabond in this sphere
Passing through, passing through...
My soul soars through blue black skies
On condor wings I fly accompanied by orchestral maneuvers of the galaxy
I who was known before the foundation of the world
Named by the Creator when He named the stars
and like them I was made to shine
So hold me down no longer
for I was born to roam
From darkened skies to break of day
I am coming home
