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

The 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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