A young man in a wheelchair, no feeling in his limbs
Taken what life's dealt him, with his silly grins
But he's lookin to that final day, when he can be made new
And he can run and play...
And here's a man in prison, payin for his deeds
Wants to be with his family, providing for their needs
He's had a change of heart, but still he has to pay
Now he is livin, for that Glorious day...
Cause he was born to run, Born to Fly
Born to be free, like the wind in the trees
When the Savior comes, to take him home
He will be free, like he was meant to be...
A woman in her final days, all her friends gone
Tryin to remember, all that she has done
She talks about those people, that help her every day
And she can't wait for Heaven, and we often hear her say...
That I was born to run, Born to Fly
Born to be free, like the wind in the trees
When the Savior comes, to take me home
I will be free, like I've wanted to be
Cause I was born to run, Born to Fly
Born to be free, like the wind in the trees
When the Savior comes, to take us home
We will be free, like we were meant to be... Like we were meant to be...