I'm the one to judge
when people walk alone,
and look to the sky.
While i stand alone,
Watching everybody walk by.
Just living their daily lives
which never change.
The day goes on, and you
are still standing in the forest
looking through the trees
into the sky.
I walk to you and ask,
"Why?"
And you know what to say
before i even explain.
"One day, we will be feeling the breeze of
the air through our hair. We will soon breathe the air of the heavens
and see the light of a million stars."
I look at her and
she looks back.
Then i finally see.
The tears mixed with fire.
The rage mixed with sadness.
We both look back up, hand in hand,
and i make a suggesting plan.
"Fly to the sky with me."
