I met a man with eyes like gla** Whose useful days were gone and pa**ed He told me in a cardboard tone How long ago he once had flown When I was young he did relate I'd watch the birds as they'd escape From the greedy ground we grovelled on Into the clouds and then beyond... What kind of bird am I? How can I learn to fly? And so each day I'd try, he said To let go of my mind of led And with my body floating free Swim in the air as in the sea This was my greatest, strongest wish And so the air did not resist One day above the ground I rose And felt the air beneath my toes What kind of boy am I? How can I learn to fly? I rose above the tallest trees And summersalted in the breeze I dove with lightning speed and then I shot up to the clouds again I jumped off buildings with delight And laughed at those afraid of heights What need has anyone for fear When we are free and the sky is near? Oh, what a boy was I? When do we learn to die? And when I saw I was alone And no one close to me would come I soon forgot the joy of sky And gently back to earth came I I've never flown again, said he Because we're all alike, you see Our sickness strengthens unity And no one needs to question me What kind of boy was I? How could I learn to fly?