Travelling in the sun, A silhouette in the sky. Shadows cast upon the earth, A bird tries to fly. Swatting in the swiftly wind, their wings sail in pride. Higher than our imaginations, their tiny bodies hide. In trees and clouds and concealed nests; Work for the day, nights of rest. Together in harmony, sing for the day; No sign of boundaries, peace to stay. I wonder if we had wings, We be allowed to fly away? From derisions and seclusions, and over twisted paths ahead. But all our thoughts dwell in selfishness, Ghosts of wars and wicked greed. Never use a finger to wipe their tears, Nor give a hand for a hand in need. Try as we might, fly on machines; Upon the earth, we stay and die. Never get past our netherly thoughts, Maybe the reason we never fly.