Flying High

I Want to Be A Flier

Take me higher,

I want to be a flier,

Be able to leap into the sky,

drift on the breeze, way up high,

Like a bird, wanting to soar,

suppose the Lion likes to roar,

To catch a bird in your hand,

maybe then you'll understand,

I release my spirit into space,

Against the stars I like to race,

Cutting through the mists of time,

I like the way the night sky shines,

Like diamonds on a sea of jet,

Please dont try to catch me yet,

Let the breeze take me higher,

I want to be a flier.