I never dreamed of flight until the dawn called me,
And lit up endless leagues of worlds anew,
And then I stood each day upon the edge,
And dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed, what if I flew?
I dreamed of freedom in the endless sky
And lands to find, new lands and tales untold
And so I laboured daily in my forge
And dreamed and planned creating wings of gold
Then came the day, the day I planned to leap
And soar in triumph, freedom now complete,
But then I looked aloft and felt the sun
Its glory, and its power. And its heat
What if that heat would melt these wings of mine?
What if they’d fail, I’d fall from wings untrue?
And now I’m old and dream no more
My wings shine still. Alas, I never flew.
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