Can you take me flying?  
                              Like we once did?
                                    Could you take my hand and throw me to
                           the sky with you at my heels?

I fear I am sitting still,  like a lake gone stagnant.  
                                      And I want to feel the waves in my bones,
                  the wind in my sails,  again.

So let me fly, my dear, for I fear if I cannot touch the sun,  again, my spark will go out,  for good.