Your limbs are bound: captured here
A mutilated child of air.
You stare as they pass in the morning sky
Beneath the clouds, thirteen swans in silent flight.

They lost you years ago,
Earthbound creature, dull and slow.
You smile as they pass in the midday sky
Beneath the sun, thirteen swans in silent flight.

So you'll put on your wings tonight,
You'll sew them to your shoulders, red on white.
And you'll move in the evening sky:
Beneath the moon, fourteen swans in silent flight.
Beneath the moon, fourteen swans in silent flight.