Why is it I look into the sky
With a heavy heart and a silent cry,
What do I seek beyond the clouds?
An isolated lie? A foolish dream?
Although time should drift me away
To skies unknown to such heights,
I still seek them across the horizon,
Hoping to grasp a fool's dream again,
If only to graze such childish desire,
To succumb to the chains of impulse,
And run once again to such heights,
If only I could be the fool, I once was