Why am I scared of falling;when I know how to fly!
I simply need to flap those little wings,
Puff up my lungs with air,
I'm soaring above the horizon;
Conquering the open skies.
But, someday,when I'll look down,
From that terrific height,
Will I feel scared?
But,even if I don't feel scared;
Will I ever go back,down to the earth?
No more 'buts'!
Earth will never be my place again!
I will live in the skies; become the ruler;
The clouds,my palace;
The air,my subjects;
The aircrafts, intruders,and;
Sky,my kingdom,my paradise,my everything.
Certainly,I was born on Earth;
Still,I will live in the sky;
And surely,when death approaches;
I will fall back,to the earth.