Release me from my fantasy

Release me from my fantasy,
Take me out before I drop,
for I will be far to high to see
and it'll be too late to stop.

Release me from my fantasy,
Take me out before I drop,
I'm braver than I ought to be,
and when I fall my tears I mop.

To soar in the sky,
I need a pair of wings,
or I fall to the ground and die,
go to heaven as the angel sings.

How do I intend to fly,
if I haven't got the wings,
There is really no point to try,
Let me pack up my all my things.

If I still persist to fly,
I will definetly need support,
but I don't have such a fine supply,
of courage and good report.

Release me from my stupid fantasy,
fast before I drop,
I've ended up thinking to much of me,
now I'm afraid it's to late to stop.