Dream

I drew a picture of a pair of wings because I want to fly My mother asked me to explain I said that I would try I had a dream the other night about flying And the man who was teaching me was crying He said that fewer people were trying And the art of really flying is dying She said that was the strangest thing she had ever heard A man can only be a man he cannot be a bird That’s not really true I tried to tell her If we search for love I’m sure we’d find an answer You’ve gotta think so high you’re floating like a feather But you’ve got to learn to leave your head La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la Father can’t you hear me I bid you take my hand Dying’s a part of living I know you’ll understand But all he did was walk away and leave me As I looked in his eyes he said he cannot be He said you’re living in a world of fantasy How can I tell him this is my reality Spread your wings and fly away up into the wind Above the trees you float with ease round and back again I drew a picture of a pair of wings because I want to fly La la la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la