You perch like one whose wings are clipped
Or a skater who on ice has slipped
Only you can hold you now
Just ask yourself, you still know how

Remember what it is to fly
And hold the image in your eye
Grow again your wings anew
And return to skies where once you flew

Soar above the mountain ranges
Witnessing the many changes
Everything is as it seems
And not a figment of your dreams

Time has come to fly again
The answer’s now, the question when?
We have many things for you to try
But first remember how to fly