The last step: you take your quill to rewrite your story. You realize that the stars are not a cage as they let you move to find your freedom.
I see the ancient scrolls
The ink is dry and deep
The stories told of old
Are promises to keep
I take the quill in hand
And strike the line away
Across this barren land
I start a new day
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night
The current pulls me down
Toward the rocky shore
I hear the thunder sound
Like many times before
I drop the heavy oars
And grab the iron wheel
I steer for distant shores
With hands of tempered steel
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night
I look up at the black
The patterns in the sky
There is no turning back
Under the watchman’s eye
I move a silver spark
To where it ought to be
No longer in the dark
Because my soul is free
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night
The stars are not a cage
My will defines the light
I rewrite every page
Across the endless night