How long does a dream live at home in the clouds?

Will I make it out alive?
I am a bird flying above.
Do you know how to love?

I am free.
Go back to fishing in your streams.
Save me for later, in your dreams.

Meet me in the clouds.
The dark storms rolling through,
the big white ones hanging happily in the blue.

I will be there for a while now.
And when I'm ready for the heat,
I'll take off my shoes and walk bare feet.

We can meet on some city block,
look in shop windows full of treasure.
It would be my pleasure. 

But what happens when a dream falls to the ground?
Don't shoot me out of the sky,
then leave me to die.

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