There was once a boy who dreamed of flying
He was told to keep those thoughts away
Told to lock them into the abyss
For "safe keeping" they would say
"What's hidden inside can't be missed"
The wings stolen till late May
The truth hidden with a sharp hiss
For "you are but a single stray
whats inside you are to diss"
Why cant he feel the ocean spray
Why should he be told to hide in the mist
There was once a boy who dreamed of escaping
