Sometimes I curse that I was    born a cripple    to the sky I'm under    bound by my two feet    I walk the road paved    by our evolution    grinding my illusions    this earth is not for me       But in my mind's eye,    a vision of ourselves    in our cradle of dust and stone       I nurse a single dream,    a memory    one I can't remember    and I am not alone    I wake from my    suspended animation    deprived of my creation    just like a drone       But in my mind's eye,    a vision of ourselves    as the blind leads the fallen       Sometimes I curse that I was    born a cripple    to the sky I'm under    forged to inprison me    Somewhere in time I'll wreck    these chains around me    even those inside me    blasting my way free       But in my mind's eye,    a vision of ourselves    as we leave this time    and place behind