twenty years ago I rode
by helicopter to the sky
I laughed at gravitation
for a moment I was free
they say I never landed
you know they may be right
it looks better from above
with some distance in between
to leave is never easy
perhaps it shouldn`t be
but return is even harder
yes return is harder still
I often dream of flying
far above the city streets
I beat my wings and leave
for Cairo or New York
I can go to many places
but there`s no one there to meet
and the sky is a lonely place
just me and the silent clouds