My feet just above the window from the top of the roof
If mother saw me from the window she'd surely scream
The rough brick surface, walls all seem so cold and aloof
From our neighbor's house come such aromatic steam
The wind is blowing out clothes from the clothing line
The sleeves waving and dancing in the sharp breeze
Wind through my hair as I watch the dull sun shine
So dull here, in this gray city where I could see no trees
I stare at the ground 30 ft below over 7 floors
Look up into the blue sky, the only color in this place
Is the sky just another ocean and its clouds its shores?
And birds just swimming in the sky in a celestial chase?
Perhaps we actually fly the sea and swim the sky
Perhaps we are forever children until we want to be adults
I stare into the blue sky and I watch as a lone bird fly by
Soaring above the clouds with no fear and with no halt
As a child I wanted to be that lone bird, flying so free
But now I realize that childhood dreams are like fairytales
Fairy tales too good to be true of mermaids in the sea
When we were children, not scared of falling of rails
I wish these dreams of being like a bird would come true
But as childhood fades away I realized they'd never come true