if i could fly i'd have wings made of gold.
blinding when they catch the sun,
radiant in the morning light.
glimmering, twinkling as i soar.
molten when i fly too high.

i'd be beautiful, even in the fall.
when the soft metal melts, you'd see wings of steel.
and oh how heavy they'd hit,
how sharp they'd cut. and when they slash you'd bleed pure iron.

even after i fall, i'll fly.