I'd like to fly....

I'd like to fly like the birds

In the endless blue skies

I'd like to fly like the planes

In the night, when the day dies

I'd like to fly like the seeds of spring

In search of fertile land

I'd like to fly like the guardian angels

And place on earth, heaven's hand

I tried to fly like the birds

But could never reach the blue skies

I tried to fly like the planes

But never saw the day die

I tried to fly like the seeds of spring

But only found coarse land

But when I tired to fly like graceful angels

I found on me, heaven's hand.