To you always floating above,
out of reach but full of love...
I always dream of being with you...
Surrounded by those with rights to fly,
but I'll sit here with no reason to die...
Yet I'll always dream of being with you...
I don't have wings like you,
how can I prove?
That I can be up there with you...
How should I move?
In this final moment...
This ever lasting moment of truth...
I'd walk on to meet the sun on the edge,
but every passing day I'm closer to the ledge...
Going over with my dream of being with you...
While wasting away I waste my day,
I waste my chances to say...
I want my dreams to come true...
I don't have wings like you,
how can I prove?
That I can be up there with you...
How should I move?
In this final moment...
This ever lasting moment of truth...
If all my luck would just run,
if all would let me be done...
But I know the luck will never come,
so forever I dream of you...
Luck only ever comes to some...
Wings come to those staying true...
Open your wings and fly away,
I will await the day...
When the others come to me
and give me a taste,
of your ever soaring grace...
When I can be...
When I can be...
A piece...
Of what I'm intended to be...
