rain drops fall from slate gray clouds to a red brick bottom.
wondering where life will take her, she wishes
she could ride a drop of rain.
to fly through the sky and see the view
is all she has ever wanted.
as the 747 cuts across the blue sky above
she wonders where its heading.
to be on that plane, to be going somewhere new,
that is what he dreams of every night before bed.
her daydreams are better than her sleeping ones.
chasing the bird to the highest mountain peaks
and the lowest valleys, she longs for freedom.
freedom to do, freedom to go, freedom to be.
like the wind flows from any direction,
she needs wind under her wings to set sail.
