I remember how I wanted to fly.
Along the birds ,
Along the sky.
To see the sky up close ,
And asks its secret to its beauty.
To feel the clouds on my fingertips,
And smile when I touch the soft pink.
To be what people thought would be a fanatsy.
To make the fanatsy into my reality.
Just one wish ,
That one day.
To fly high,
Above the land I lived upon.
To be seen ,
As a free bird ,
Soaring high in solace.
And stay there,
Until the evening hue turns black.
Oh how I wish to see the stars up close,
To see them shine upon me,
Without a care giving their light.
To see the moon ,
Will be a dream come true .
For I have bade goodbye to it every night.
Even though I know ,
No one will see me up here.
But only feeling the breeze hit strong,
Would be enough even if the whole universe doesn't see.
One day I shall fly,
And be the one I want to be,
In the high evening sky,
Being up close,
I shall fly,
I shall fly.