I am learning to fly every day, every night
I am learning to fly on my own
spreading my wings wanting to catch the sun  
With the break of dawn

With its rays being so hot and bright
to be loved…can it blind?
I feel the weight of my feathers cling to the skin
and me clinging to hope like it is a sin

I hope to be always caressed by the sun
Lullabied by the gentle breeze
And during the raging storms  
being able to hide in the crown of the trees

My wings are still growing, I am not flying high
While my thoughts are already somewhere in space
In my dreams, I am already far in the sky
Flying high at a fast steady pace

“A delusion?”, you’d ask me; I would say, “life”.
After all, I’m a bird learning to be free
I will think of the failures and downs in the afterlife

But for now, I’m not afraid to fly above the rolling sea.