Flying High
(by Marc Ledermann)


On a hill there is a man
And he's still, still alone.
I see a bird of light.
She is alive, yes she is.
Where do I go, what do I do?
It's all inane. Is there a prove?

I'm flying, I'm flying quite high, the sun is near,
But it's so warm I disappear.
I'm flying, well into the sky to flee from here.
You'll never see my eyes again.

In the night you had a dream
Where the world did not turn
And you were in the dark
For every day, yes you were.
For thousand years the human's raged.
When will he stop disdaining Kain?

I'm flying, I'm flying quite high, the sun is near,
But it's so warm I disappear.
I'm flying, well into the sky to flee from here.
You'll never see my eyes again.

I'm flying, I'm flying quite high, the sun is near,
But it's so warm I disappear.
I'm flying, well into the sky to flee from here.
You'll never see my eyes again.