If only I could ever say it right,
the things I saw when all was quiet.
Beyond that hill, where the wind is still,
the stars above were not a distant sight.
I flee this town, I break all bounds,
I got my wings, I took my flight.
And so it was, yet so it wasn’t,
I was lost, the roads looked brazen.
My head was high, my spirit young,
they verily called me foolish, impudent.
That fair haired child had bled his knee,
was playing with straws, when he fell on rocks.
In the narrow streets and tall houses,
a big fat girl makes meaty sandwiches.
Three old men, sitting on a bench,
bald and grey, they said, “hey”.
A bunch of boys thumped tables, their fists high,
I don’t know why they had to shout,
but all of them were pretty loud.
I sailed the tides, high and low,
I played with the winds, warm and cold.
I went up the mountain, rough and steep,
and saw the valley, quiet in its sleep.
Once upon a dream, once upon a night,
I had my wings, I took my flight…..