My hair above the clouds
And my feet do not touch ground
I float through time unwrinkled
And never make a sound
My laugh is nothing more than wind
My smile nothing more than light
My eyes are shining like the stars
My heart takes never ending Flight
Is it wrong to be a dreamer? High above the sky?
Is it wrong to a wisher, living where no mortals lie?
Is it wrong to be an artist? Sculpting hopes that never die?
Can I keep my face of Holiness?
My wings as swift as day?
My soul of everything you're of?
In Heaven will I stay?
Take my hand and follow me,
When your time is done.
Take my hand and follow me,
When doth set the sun.
That's it, hope you liked it.
