Of Airplanes and Butterflies
We dreamed once...
Of feathered wings
and a gentle breeze
soaring through a road of blue
sleeping in the clouds
Breathing becoming easy
and laughter more relaxed
Worries melting
with the candle wax
Oh how we dreamed such dreams
creating pictures of tomorrow
Beauty we would make
inspiring from the tongues of yesteryears
Until we realized we are nothing
but worms with wings.
Of feathered wings
and a gentle breeze
soaring through a road of blue
sleeping in the clouds
Breathing becoming easy
and laughter more relaxed
Worries melting
with the candle wax
Oh how we dreamed such dreams
creating pictures of tomorrow
Beauty we would make
inspiring from the tongues of yesteryears
Until we realized we are nothing
but worms with wings.