If I had wings, what would I do?
Would I fly, to the highest mountains?
Would I be scared and try to rip them apart?

If I had wings, what would they be like?
would they be red, or black as the night?
Would they be like a bird's or like a demon's?

If I had wings, would I show them?
Would they be touched by those around me?
Would they be hidden under a cloak of darkness?

If I had wings, would I still be the same?
Would I laugh about nothing, cry 'cause I'm sad?
Would I still feel these feelings or will they come to a halt?

If I had wings, what would happen?
Would I flee into loneliness?
Would I loved one that is close?

If I had wings, I don't know where I'd fly.
If I had wings, I don't know what I'd be like.
If I had wings, I don't know what would happen.

But if I had wings, I do know for sure,
no matter the time, no matter the place,
just one word and I'll fly to your door,
that's one thing that never will change.