Crash

Just a little boy learning to fly You awaken in the morn The training wheels are gone To the fields! There is earth to be tilled In your heart joyful notes of abandon are stilled That voice in your head ever receding Now to Mama you always must listen Look sweet child, look to the clouds, Over which you soar When you crash think it more a hard landing It hurts to be brave when all around birds are dropping This fear you harbour, like a pearl in the depths of true desire Love will set your soul on fire; It will burn It seems so easy when you're on the outside looking in Loving and cherishing; Having and holding An eternity of which you have been denied Searching, wanting, needing to possess the manual Fly little boy, fly The wings of love will catch you WHEN you fall.