To be a fly in the sky,
Just trying to get by.
To drift where the warm winds roam,
With no fixed place to call home.
To chase the shimmer of light,
While dodging the shadows of night.
To ride every breeze that appears,
A wanderer free of all fears.
To see the world from above,
Small things shaped by hope and love.
To live with no map in hand,
Yet always find a place to land.
