A Piece Of Sky
Tell me whereWhere is it writtenWhat is it I meant to be?That I can't dare...It all began the day I found..That from my window I could only seeA piece of sky.I stepped outside and looked around.I never dreamed it was so wideOr even half as high.The time had come(Papa, can you hear me?)To try my wings(Papa, are you near me?)And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall,I felt the most,(Papa, can you see me?)Amazing things,(Can you understand me?)The things you can't imagineif you've never flown at all.Though it's safer to stay on the ground,Sometimes where danger liesThere the sweetest of pleasures are found.No matter where I go,There'll be memories that tug at my sleeve,But there will also beMore to question, yet more to believe..Oh tell me where?Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?And want to shareMy ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?The more I live - the more I learn.The more I learn - the more I realizeThe less I know.Each step I take -(Papa, I've a voice now!)Each page I turn -(Papa, I've a choice now!)Each mile I travel only meansThe more I have to go.What's wrong with wanting more?If you can fly - then soar!With all there is - why settle forjust a piece of sky?Papa, I can hear you...Papa, I can see you...Papa, I can feel you...Papa, watch me fly!