Back then I would sit and stare,
Wondering at what could be,
Who I might be,
If I was out there,
Should my wings carry me above mountains,
In search of a lair,
Should I plummet from the sky, like a comet,
As though on a dare,
Should I fly over pastures, over rivers and tree lines,
In search of the hare,
And at first, these dreams, they held me aloft
In time I realised, it was all for naught,
I le...