TOUCH THE SKY

Sometimes, I wish I was taller, as tall as other boys,
Because right now, I look up and the sky seems so far away,
It feels like I’m touching it when I reach my hands out,
Though it’s just a breeze of low wind passing my palms,
But if I was tall like other boys, I could touch the sky,
In the daytime, I would chase down those lumps of clouds that float past me,
I’d get close enough to see what their wrinkled faces look like,
And I would race them all around the world,
I would reach for the warm sun, and hold hands with its rays,
Then, when nighttime comes, I would jump into the dark sky,
Where I can touch the glowing moon as I become sprinkled with stars,
Yeah, if I could touch the sky, I hope it’d never let me go,
Those wrinkled clouds, the sprinkles of stars, that moon and that sun, 
That sky which holds them all together, they will seem so far away when I fall,
They will seem farther and farther as I look on,
Feeling those low winds passing my palms again,
They will seem farther and farther until I stop falling, 
Then, I’ll be right here, back where I stood, looking up, my hands reached out,
Wishing I was taller, wishing I was like other boys, wishing I could touch the sky.


© February 26, 2002, © June 1998 (Original Version)