I'll Know My Home, When I See It

The flight in us has failed
Our wings are clipped and stitched
We dream of our own comfort and precious little else

You might say I'm housed here
Housed, but I'm not home
I'll know mine when I see it
I'll know mine when I'm done

The flight in us has failed
Our down has been denied
We pray for our own comfort and a God our size

It'd be a shame to stay this way or even to stay here
It'd be a crime not to let you carry me out of here