What is it like?

What is it like to fly?
What is it like to soar,
free of the terrain,
free of the obstacles?
What would it be like,
to have my feet leave,
the terra firma that is below them?
What would it be like,
to feel the wind above and below?
What would it be like,
to glide and soar above it all?
What is it like to fly?
Will I ever know?
Will I ever fly?
Will I ever leave the earth?
Will I fly between?
What would I do,
with freedom like that?
What is it like to fly?

Here before you he stands,
the boy now a man,
grown up too fast
in a world torn by war.
He fights in their war,
too young to really be there,
pulled in by friends,
sought after by foes.
He never got that chance
to grow like he was supposed to,
he was forced to grow too fast,
so inside there is still the boy.
No comfort to be had,
no one he can turn to,
he is a man to them,
but he is still a boy inside.
They will never know,
and he will never tell,
but he waits for the day
when he can be free.
The day he will learn
what it’s like to fly.
Till that day,
he fights with his tribe,
works beside his brother,
takes care of his sister,
does the things the Elders want done.
When the day comes,
he will know.
He will be ready,
be ready to fly...