I Really Want to Fly

Sometimes when I fear of falling,
I reach up to the sky.
Feel the wind rush through me,
I really want to fly.

I want to have outstretched wings,
want the whole world to see,
That I don't need to be lonely,
I could just fly with the bees.

Maybe if I soar up higher,
just to get away,
get away from violence and trouble,
the sky is where I'd stay.

So when I want a world of peace,
I close my eyes to think.
Someday I could be an angel,
no longer shall I sink.