When I sleep at night I dream of flying high
Soaring among the birds in the brightly lit sky
Free from the world and all of its tragedy
I am flying away and no one can stop me.
But as my fears begin to creep
In my sleep I start to weep
The powerlines are what I fear
I fear they are getting far to near
I can’t stop how close they are, I can’t control the sky
But if this dream won’t end real soon, my body is sure to fry.
