What If I Flew

[Intro – soft piano]

[Verse 1]

She sits at her desk, a prisoner of time

a girl with a dream that's too wild to define.

The paper stays blank, but the world in her head,

is dancing in colors no words ever said.

The notes start to shimmer, they rise like the dawn,

a silence that sings when the real world is gone.

She’s lost in a waltz that the heart only knows,

'til a voice cuts it down like the chill of a ghost.

[Pre-Chorus]

"Eyes on the page," says the voice in the room,

but wonder won’t vanish, it hangs like perfume.

[Chorus]

What if I fleeew?

Past the ticking of time, 

past the gray in the view?

If I let go would I fall or break through?

Or maybe I’d rise in a sky painted blue

What if I fleeew?

What if I fleeew?

[Verse 2]

The numbers, they twist like a carnival tune,

the clock face is frowning, it hums out of tune.

But inside the hush, there's a whisper, a breeze,

that hums of a world made of branches and leaves.

The ceiling dissolves, and the floor fades away,

and desks turn to vapor, like smoke in a play.

She reaches beyond where the rules used to be,

and finds in the silence the start of a key.

[Pre-Chorus]

A song with no words, just a rhythm so true,

a pull from the stars asking, “What will you do?”

[Chorus]

What if I fleeew?

Left the weight of this world for a melody new?

If I believed—would the wind carry through?

Would the sky make some space for a girl breaking through?

What if I fleeew?

What if I fleeew?

[Bridge]

Birds perch in the branches, restless and still,

they wait like a mirror, reflecting her will.

Two take the sky, but one lingers behind,

as if it is asking if she’ll change her mind.

She rises in hush, leaves the world far below,

where the lesson keeps ticking, but time doesn't flow.

And her heart, oh, it beats like a drum in the light,

as she whispers a prayer to the wind in her flight.

[Final Chorus]

What if I fleeew?

If I leapt from the cage, would I vanish from view?

Would I fall like a stone or become something true?

Would the world see my soul in the shape that I dreeew?

[Outro]

She turns to the sky where the endless is new,

and the last thing she breathes...

is a song breaking throouugh.

On the wings of her hope…

she whispers,

I flew.

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These are the lyrics inspired by my poem of the same name, "What If I Flew?"