God gives us all wings,
and I'm using mine.
The sun is out,
And I have to fly,
My wings will carry me.
The wind will blow,
And with my wings,
I will reach the clouds,
Shall I reach the sun?
Nothing can stop me,
I will spread my wings,
As I do not fear falling,
Today, I'll surely reach the heavens and kiss them.

Auteur: José N. Harris