Wings of pretend
When the world gets too heavy and dark,
The weight of the whole world on my back,
I suit up with my gears and then,
Fly away on my wings of pretend.
On those magical wings I can travel far,
Over treetops and mountains to a distant star,
I fly past Jupiter to where I’ve dreamt,
On my magical wings of pretend.
No gravity holds me, no borders can bind,
I leave every worry and shadow behind,
To the edge of the cosmos where galaxies blend,
I soar on my breathtaking wings of pretend.
The stars are my guides through the deep cosmic sea,
Where I am as free as I've wanted to be,
With broken-down rules that I never will mend,
I coast on my fearless wings of pretend.
But when I return to the earth down below,
I keep a small spark of that heavenly glow,
For I know I can always escape and ascend, the moment I spread my wings of pretend.
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