How high could I fly,
If wings sprouted from my back?
Would the earth still love me and hold me close?
Or would it release me to higher heights?
How high could I fly,
If wings sprout from my back?
Would I long for the familiar embrace of the earth?
Or would I ascend to higher heights?
How high will I fly,
When wings sprout from my back?
Will the slowly shrinking earth induce terror?
Or will I soar in a newfound devotion to the sky?
