Time to Fly

Long long ago, I knew
A kid. Small and plump,
But like a bird he flew.

Have you heard
The story of ass, who
Tied wings and jumped, to fly?
O gal, Have you?

That kid believed in it,
That he could fly.
Tied wings,
Climbed the roof, to try.

He lives somewhere
In the town I come from.
Hand in hand, he still walks
Besides me, when I am there.

He must be waiting
In the town I come from.
Hand in hand, we still walk
We keep mum, he never talks.

He must be waiting
In the town I come from.....

Going to see the kid
I was, yesterday.
I am going home.