They cut her wings down
They took her body
But she knew her soul would never give

They cut her tongue out
Hushed her wishes
All the dreams she always dared to live

And they said:
"Why, why must you always be an exception?"
But all she ever wanted was to fly
Fly high over the rivers and mountains
All the dark, cold valleys of her life

They made her break down
They shook her badly
To her own true self she felt quite strange

They made her scream out
Her cry was silenced
But she knew one day her luck would change

And they said:
"Why, why must you always be an exception?"
But all she ever wanted was to fly
Fly high over the rivers and mountains
All the dark, cold valleys of her life

I'll fly out of this place I hated
To find the meaning of my life
Inside I feel so captivated
Each day just fighting to survive

Why, why must I always be an exception?
But all I ever wanted was to fly
Fly high over the rivers and mountains
All the dark, cold valleys of my life...