I want to be just like you
I want to talk
I want to walk
Like I'm in your shoes
Musty, rustic, dusty hutch
of this little girls wide eyes
Words seeping in like porous wood
Leaves on a forest floor
Dampened by her mother's words
If I should plunge from the trees
I'll land upon my mother's leaves
Sometimes they're first cold to the touch
and she just wants to stand and run
Away she dreams to fly,
to be held sacred in other's eyes
Yet something whispers,
Stay, stay, stay
No, no, no,
just go away
But the something re-emerges
to reach and hold
and tells of the promise
of warmth to cold
She lies on her gentle spine
and in sense enters like staining wine
it stays
it registers in her mind,
give her time, pay her in time
From where she lies,
How vast the blue to black, the sun to stars
Fantastic foyer,
screen the sky
Where are the wings
so I can fly back?
Back to the sky
How'd it fly so high?
She's down here
That's up there
Syncronize the hardware,
Hammer away
at building the wings
So by my hands
I'll find this way
up to the foyer,
the sky
the high sky
way up there.