Disappering into the night

I love music, and I long to sing,
I'd love to have an angels voice.
But I can't sing with the warmth of the angels.
So I keep my mouth shut, without a choice.

I love the weather, and I long to touch,
I'd love to make it rain.
But I'm not the master of weather,
I can't make it wash away my pain.

I love the clouds, and I long to fly.
Feel the wind blowing through my hair.
But I don't have any wings to spread,
So I'm down here, with my despair.

I'd love to do what no one has done,
I'd love to reach beyond.
I ask the gods to give me power,
But I never get a single respond.

I'd make the world better,
I'd make it good, alright.
So we could fly away together.
Singing with the angels, disappearing into the night.