You can't actually come to see anything, By speaking only of ideals. Because everyone has a different perspective Over the world. So believe the tale You saw with your own eyes. You should be able to fly even farther, With your own wings.
Now, Come on, it's time for you to realize, That this here and now, Is everything.
Dear God, let my voice Soar into the sky. Because I'll show you a dream, With my unique feathers. These wings are innumerable; You should be able to feel them, too. I'll someday make it All the way up to the blinding sun!
Even if you keep going on and on about your wishes, You still can't get a grasp of any of them, can you? But once you move your feet, You'll unravel your own path. There's a bird, dancing, ripping the sky. But if it'll simply stare with an adoring gaze, Towards the distance of that landscape, It won't get anywhere.
Now, Come on, you should have realized it by now; That this here and now, Can be changed.
Dear God, let me be the only one To sing this song. Because I'll show you a dream, With my unique voice. These melodies are innumerable; You should be able to hear them, too. Because the blinding sun, Doesn't have only one ray of light.
You can jump Even higher, can't you? The sky you sketched out Is already Within the palm of your hand. You've already Gotten a hold of The person You desired to be.
Dear God, let my voice Soar into the sky. Because I'll show you a dream, With my unique feathers. These wings are innumerable; You should be able to feel them, too. I'll someday make it All the way up to the blinding sun!