Literature
The Sky
O, what I would give,
To have wings,
Like Eagle to fly
Above the weeping world.
When I raise above it,
Look towards the sky
And see me, as I fly;
Wish to be at my side,
Sail through the night,
With broad wings,
To the moon and back,
To touch the stars
And see the world,
So little, From above,
That moment
Would be my gift to you.