Those little wings
They won't leave the scene
They wander above the blue
Under the green
The green of the trees
That fall when we speak
And the blue of the summer
That makes us all weak.
Now these little wings
They do not mean a thing
So why do they worry us
Should they be free?
When they stretch to the sky
We can tell they're alright
They don't choose to be grounded
But that's not your fight.
Don't try to believe
What you can't understand
If the wings are above us
I promise they'll land
They'll land in the nighttime
They'll go straight to sleep
But only in summer
When we are too weak.
Too weak to ask questions
Too weak to reply
Just strong enough to look up
Distracted by time.
If your little wings can see us
I want them to be
As happy as summer
As strong as the trees
They don't have to be beautiful;
That won't stop me
From loving those feelings;
They can't make us weak.
