A Child's Dream

This is a child's dream fantasy of being a kite

Swing here, swing there

To and fro

Hold on tight altogether

We’re taking off bro?



Hold here, hold there

To and fro

Here we go again together

Sure we do



Bye bye here, bye bye there

Up up and away we go

Hold your breath deeply dear

Into a sky a blue



Sing here, sing there

All officers and crew

Breakdances on air

Loud and clear do



White tail there, red wings here

Soars me up anew

Strange string adhere

On my chest I knew



Skimble-skamble

A white thread aglow

Angst and invincible

Alone and blue



Someone below

Pulls me down   

No bird nor corvine flew

But swift kite at dawn



I smiled satisfied

Wanted I back on air

But mummified

Minatory and dare



Awake, away I go!

Fly high into the sky!

Awake, away I go!

Fly high ‘til I die!