Wings

If I have wings, where will I fly?
Will I paint the land or even change the sky?
Will I wheel in my dream in a long-fought duel
With you? It seems so cruel…
If I have wings, will I ascend
For the shelter of a cloud to be my friend?
Will I float high and free without earth to bind
With you? It’s so unkind…
…to take me higher, higher, higher to the sun
'Til I’m tired, tired, too tired to go on…
And so these wings will carry me
On a sleeping slow descent toward the sea,
There to land on the sand and be sleeping still
With you, and time to fill…
Take me higher, higher, higher to the sun
'Til I’m tired, tired, too tired to go on…
And so these wings will carry me
On a sleeping slow descent toward the sea,
There to land on the sand and be sleeping still
With you, and time to fill…
There to land on the sand and be sleeping still
With you, and time to fill…