Grey hands

The wind it softly beckons me go into the wild, There are mysteries awaiting there some just fit for a child, The trees they talk and silently stand reaching towards the sky, I'll gaze upon the endless wonder waving this world goodbye. I wish to fly, fly, fly as high as the birds in the sky, Wave goodbye, bye, bye to the things that I try, Don't want to stay, stay, stay, in the end I'll go my way, For my grey, grey, grey, hands have had enough. Endless days of staying still yet moving in the dark, Friends around the shifting light giving you a spark, The memories of days past looking for their friend, Waiting for me to join them again there at the end. I wish to fly, fly, fly, as high as the birds in the sky, Wave goodbye, bye, bye, to the things that I try, Don't want to stay, stay, stay, in the end I'll go my way, For my grey hands have had enough.