Fly

Ever since I was younger I had a dream to fly. Couldn’t get it out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I would imagine I had wings and would fly all around up in the sky with the angels and nothing could bring me down. So I dreamed I could fly, wanted it so very bad, but eventually I grew up and accepted this human flesh. And so now that I’m older I must confess that dream never did die. I still dream of flying like the angels in the sky. I think of growing wings, so big and beautiful, full of colors and designed with so intricate workmanship. No one seems to understand it, thank I’ve finally cracked, but ever since I was a child wings are what I would dream of. When I wasn’t thinking of Jesus, when God wasn’t on my mind, in a way I was always thinking of him, because it’s with his angels I dreamed I could fly. I want to fly take off soaring up through the clouds reach out into our solar system and never come down. Just fly all around the world wouldn’t it be great, a crazy dream I have, I know you must think I’m insane. For me to still cling onto my childhood dream. I just want to fly, grow wings and start running then take off up higher and higher no bringing me down now. Because I can fly, up high with the angels, keep flying up to heaven, I know that wouldn’t work, but think how awesome that would be to try. Wouldn’t it be grand to fly. I want to fly, spread my wings and soar up through the skies, let me stay up here on cloud nine, don’t bring me down just let me fly. I want to fly, let me spread my wings and fly.