The Wings

Once upon a midnight dream I conjured up a magic scheme. Some wings to help me leave this place Where my troubles I could erase. These wings would take me far away Where I would make my long stay. I might flap and flutter Stop and shutter, But would always find my way To that place right by the bay Where I might escape this, And enter a world of far more bliss. Some might sadden from my leaving, But most would save themselves from grieving. For no one misses a thing with wings, And who so loudly sings About a day when they can be free, And finally be who they want to be.