red kite freedom

took to the sky on a cloud speckled canvas,
tampered with flight on bright red wings,
touched the moon, and kissed the stars,

traced the horizon, circled mars,

loftily tickled by the breath of heaven

but who can claim freedom,

when it's attached to a string,

it's hard to spread those bright red wings

to find that they're fixed onto something

so dream, dream, dream away

you'll never fly, fly, fly, away.

battered wings torn by the wind,

fighting the shackles at your feet

the tattered red, a broken heart,

the empty sky, a broken shard

a wisp of memory of heaven

cause who can find freedom

when it's attached to a string

it's hard to spread those bright red wings,

to find that they're fixed onto something

so dream, dream, dream away

you'll never fly, fly, fly anyway

that bright red outline in the sky,

always reminds me why

somedays i forget to dream