An Unidentified Flying Project (Demo)

The comet in my head Says Another day's gone by The color of the trees Say The birds will come fly Far away in a field Maybe a desert, far from fear A city block, a garbage truck A town lost to the years A book will tell a kid How A garden once full bloom Will fill the hearts, like many arts Full and free from gloom The stars in the sky keep blinking Some world'd not left for thinking But here we are Higher than a kite The mountains, the clouds in The darkest skies at night Where planes pass over soft Whirring, mumbling, warm There's a child in a woman Flying before they're born Their eyes will see great wonder Paradises come to light Palm trees, turquoise seas All worth any fight And the stars in the sky keep blinking You can't help but thinking As the plane passes on The folks are sleeping Warm, stired, calm You've been the child In fact, it hasn't been long Since your skies were blue Now you're singing the song Try as you might You're still alright Your thoughts are not wrong You're nothing if not true The sky will one day be blue Love yourself, everyone else Has at one point been you