Текст песни:

Runnin with all of my brothers
I always wonder how far we could go
If we could break through the ceiling above us
There'd be no point
Of us looking below...
We could be free
We could be free
Finally
We could be free

I Been through the darkest of caves and suffered
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Paint it with passion my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when this story gets old
We could be free
We could be free
Finally
We could be free

I ain't at home
Home's where I'm goin
I Close my eyes to see
I'll Take my throne lay it on mountain
Make myself a king
Make myself a king
Make myself a king

I see a world full of none believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
A nothing king they called a dreamer
This is my life and I'll call it a song

We could be free
We could be free
Finally
We could be free

I ain't at home
Home's where I'm goin
I Close my eyes to see
I'll Take my throne lay it on mountain
Make myself a king
Make myself a king
Make myself a king

Kick through the shackles
Walk through the chains
There's no oppressor
There's no one to blame but youuu

I ain't at home
Home's where I'm goin
I Close my eyes to see
I'll Take my throne lay it on mountain
Make myself a king
Make myself a king
Make myself a king