Childhood dream

Born in a city where engines roar Raised in towns not far from the core Left the first when fear took hold A tank rolled in, the story told Fields of green, teenage fire Racing bikes, love and desire Running wild beneath the sun Freedom lived in every run He wanted wings, he wanted speed A pilot born from boyhood need No fear, no doubt, just open air A place where he could truly dare He dreamed of flying through the sky A fighter jet, his reason why Two films burned into his soul Airborne battles made him whole He couldn’t stand injustice and lies He fought for truth beneath the skies Chasing villains, driving fear He knew his purpose, crystal clear On the ground he felt alive But in the air, he’d truly thrive No chains, no weight, no silent pain Just wind and stars and open lane He wanted wings, he wanted speed A pilot born from boyhood need No fear, no doubt, just open air A place where he could truly dare One summer day, the dream fell down He hit the ground, forgot the sound Of who he was, of what he’d be The sky went dark, no destiny He had to change, he had to bend To find new dreams around the bend His boyhood dream may not have flown But still, his heart remains his own He learned to hope, to rise again To dream beyond what might have been A different flight, a softer flame But still a soul that burns the same