I want to fly, I want to fly…
I repeat with a tear in my eye.
I look into the light and cry.
But where to find the wind,
the strength to move my wings,
the courage to fly above all others.
I spin myself to dizziness.
In which direction shall I go?
And at what time will I know?
They will watch with scrutiny from below.
But their hollow breath becomes a breeze that quickens my pace
and lifts me higher.
For I’ll fly naked, baring my soul to the heavens,
the voice of my critics no more my concern.