The hawks decide my destiny;  It's you the interloper
Who can't understand the power of a  bird of prey
My heart beats so fast I can't tell
Whether I am following or being chased.
It's always that way, its the way of the wild,
These inner city walls cannot contain the freedom
That breaks open with each wingbeat of power
Released by the hunter in the city of wind.
My fate is simple, and painless, and swift,
Soon it will just stop with an ecstatic burst
As the talons sink deep in the middle of me
And my first flight is the one which brings peace.