Its hard to fly, and get off the ground.
But everyone wants, that howling sound.
The one where you know the air,
is flowing faster and faster, around your ears.
Everyone wants to be able to fly,
too bad no one can jump that high.
We would fly towards the sun,
looking for answers like where we started from.
From above the ground,
We would really like to hear that sound.
Its only a vast dream, that swirls in our head.
But if to fly we would look down, and see so many things dead.
Im sure someone knows about wars,
but what are we fighting this one for?
So we look into the sky,
hoping for answers on why we die.
The ground is barre