There's a hunger deep inside
A want to touch the sun
A need to recreate reality
A desire to do the undone

When rain washes the day
I would be an umbrella
When spring brings the bloom
I would be a flighty bee

In the schorching summer heat
I would be the misty sea
On a frozen winter eve
I would be a warm broth of peas

I can be the one to fly
I can travel the road mile high
I can be the one to dream
I can be what I want to be