Flying

As a child I dreamt I could fly 

Soar at dawn across the sky 

Gazing down on the houses below 

Seeing things I couldn't possibly know 

The fading street lights, the shadowed yards 

The old dirt school yard where I played so hard 

The tiny churches where I learned to pray 

Never thinking I'd grow up some day 

Above the elevator, I'd fly so high 

With no fear that I might fall from the sky 

The dusty old fields, the tractors at rest 

As for dreams, this one was the best 

Again and again it would come in the night 

And while I slept I would take flight 

I'd awake in the morning, wishing it wouldn't end 

But I never told anyone, not even a friend 

"They'll think I'm crazy" is what I always thought 

But the freedom of that dream was constantly sought 

I wish I could dream it again to this day 

But I grew up somewhere along the way 

I still believe one day my soul will take flight 

And fly again over those houses at night 

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