If I had wings, surely I would
Loose my heart to a bird or the sun in the sky.
I would give myself to a gust of wind, and
Disturb the grounds where angels fly.
 
I could whisk away from my world,
Go and dance on a silver cloud.
Immerse my self in the winds that swirl;
Listen as they whistle aloud.
 
When it rains I’ll be there laughing,
Cascading amongst the falling drops.
I will go, and be there singing,
Thunder, my drums, to back me up.
 
In quiet times, I’d spread my wings,
Floating, sleeping, on breezes still.
Never thinking of love or hate,
This New World would be my fill