A Boy Named Fly

The freedom around my father's grave

now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed

and all of my sorrows all my pleas

now buried under machines' roar - it is not a dream

May the laughter of children help us in the end

turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant

that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees

and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East

Now Iwas 13 months at sea

And it feels like I'm coming home

This port is a well-known place to me

So I kneel down to touch the stone

And for a minute I thought I could understand

That all is one in all .... here in my Neverland

Then the wind takes it all

Under the sirens of the night

I hear an ancient melody

„Fly" is a boy who sings for the world

And writing an anthem for too many gods

A biological weapon is the virus of hate

Destroys our hope

For freedom we lost the peace

And now it´s just a little too late

The free choice for home for religion and faith

Is like I would lie so bizarre

That I'm not afraid

Something inside infecting our innocence

Before all our lies searching for their paradise

Under the sirens of the night I can hear it

I hear an ancient melody

Fly is a boy who sings for the world

and writing an anthem for too many gods

Out there in the fields

I see children play

In a magic light

On a rainy day

And I hear them speak

in a secret kwaa

Dancing with a man

From another star

And he brings us hope

Says the little boy

Heal the universe

With a song of joy

I´m afraid of the very end

No one will flee from our Neverland

How can I reach other river coasts

Try to be water then you will learn to flow

Now I'm the king of all orchid dreams

Dreams make us different human beings

Who are you that I'm talking to

Can´t you see that everything is in you

I see how the world is going down

you leave with a rainbow in my eyes

I see how the world is going down

it´s a sad but a beautiful goodbye

while Fly is a boy still sings for the world

writing an anthem for too many gods

Last night

I found... the hole in my dreams

I slipped outside and saw nothing's like it seems

You better know this we are not alone and just cats-paw on a string

And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing