I believe that I can fly,
Because for them, it is so easy.
I see them flying everyday.
All I wish is just to join them.

They show me what it really means
To be free and to have power.
The way by which they proudly fly
With grace contains their prowess.

Frequently they call to me
"You wings so special! Your hold such power!"
Maybe somehow, they never noticed
How theirs are light, and mine am heavy.

I've never once flown.
For my wings weight down my body.
They bring my back to slouching,
They pain my eyes to crying.

My tears pour down, the ground below
Begins to bud and blossom,
And what should be smiles and laughter
Brings only louder sobbing.

Why should I be so blessed
That my pain bring others fortune?
How could I be so damned
That my wings should be so heavy?

I believe that I can fly,
But for me it's not so easy,
For my wings are made of lead
And they are heavy ...