If I could see,
What would I see?
Nameless faces, war,
Tragedy?

If I could hear,
What would I hear?
Laughter, sobs,
Cries of fear?

If I could speak,
What would I say?
Hello, good-bye.
Go away?

I want to do all of these things.
So I can fly without wings.
I wish I could experience it all.
So again, I will not fall.

Is my life some sort of lie?
That I'll live without knowing why?
But do I want to know what's true,
So I'll become more like you?

Why should I live my life so alone?
Just like a mountain made of stone.
Or do I try to become what I want to be?
So I can speak, hear, and see?