I am a kite
Ready to fly
Oh so high

But my string is wound tight
Wound tight
To be freed on a morning bright

I have never known anything
But to fly
I have never wanted anything
But to fly
Fly so high
Fly so that I could touch the sky

My string and me
We have a strange thing
One pulling it up
One pulling it down,
Against the wind.
Both wanting the same thing
But set apart on a whim

But one day
It will be sunny bright
The ships will sail ashore alright
That day my string and me
Wound tight
Will spread our wings
And soar over eyesights

That day the string would
Bend its stand
Only to give me a helping hand.