I’m no Superman;
I can’t fly.
I have no wings;
I can’t go high.

I lost all strength;
On the ground I lie.
I look to the moon,
And I ask why?

I feel so weak,
That I could die,
And rot all alone,
With no one to cry.

My legs don’t move;
My throat choke dry.
I feel too scared;
And I can’t deny.

But I’m a dreamer;
I dream of the sky.
To catch the stars,
I will try.