More Than A Man

I wish I was more than a man  
With troubled dreams and fragile plans,  
Who has to ask and wonder why,  
Who has to know why life began.  

I wish I had the sparrow's eye  
To view the world while flying high  
Above the chaos down below,
Where men must toil, live, and die.  

I wish I could become and know  
The joy within the prancing doe,  
Who never deals with wrong or right  
And never has a care or woe.

And in the stillness of the night,
I work my pen by raging light.  
I ask these questions 'til I can  
No longer keep my waking sight.  

But in my dreams, my heart has ran  
Just like the doe, and fly I can  
Just like a bird with singing span. 
In dreams, I'm more than just a man.  

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