my son

In this world of come and go
a child pleads, I want to know!
How does a bird stay in the sky?
And if he can then why can't I?

The earth turns round, a child grows
no longer asking now she knows
she wasn't given wings to fly
no matter though, she loves the sky

In this world of come and go
each one of us will ask then know
some things aren't meant for us to do
like flying in that sky so blue

The earth moves on through time and space,
now as a mother she changes place
how does a bird stay in the sky?
And if he does, then why can't I?

Time stops for her in one heartbeat,
when what and why, their answers meet.
She looks into his blue, blue eyes
on wings of love, the skys his eye.