I carry the umbrella high

Above in a field of wheat

Wanting to fly with the birds

I see feathers fly down as I hope

The clouds are breaking through

With the sun shing through

Even though I’m still sad

I dream of what could

And as I dream I start to float high

The umbrella doesn’t break

And as I fly I see everything below me

Small as dots

I feel free like I can’t do anything wrong

I let the wind take where it wants to lead me

As I wave the wheat field good bye