Looking down off the bridge, towards the city
The lights face the sky, illuminating everything
I can almost reach the clouds up above my head
As the wind catches me on the freeway
Floating home from this place sans direction
Wings on my back have made their final connection
As I float down the tide, heading up towards the sky
Well, I know, I have made the right selection
Still, I wish that I could fly home
I wish that I could swim
I wish that I could find home
If only one last time again
To be continued...