Will I be flung so far away, To hope and dream and softly pray, falling hard but aching for more play, Or maybe I will be the one to stay,
Send him flying to a life he never saw, Of beauty, love and wide-eyed awe, To make a dream and see a lie , If only it was worth a try,
Not strong enough to make him fly, And baby how it makes me cry, A man who fears the sky, A man who really wants to try,
Weighing down with deadly sigh, He keeps his partners way up high, Motionless and still, his tired call to will,
But I’m a child after all, I just want to play, And baby motionless is simply not the way.