The Sky

How I imagine I could gracefully fly
So delicately in the endless blue sky

To be able to see Spain, England or France
Have the sky as my own floor of dance

To feel like you could reach the heavens above the cloud
Just to feel so wonderfully free and so very proud

Just singing and swaying with the breeze that I play
Day after day after glorious day

But I'm tacked to the ground for all of my life
To envy the birds which causes much strife

I try and I try with so much possible might
but I can't grow the wings to let me take flight

Harder and harder how I imagine I could fly
My heart and mind belong in that sky

But the form that they're in doesn't have wings
I guess it's just one of those difficult things

How I imagine I could gracefully fly
So delicatly in the endless blue sky