From Above

Give me a chance again, please just one more time a chance again
We stumble sometimes, we are the fate not the victims anymore

I would like to be a kite, would never touch the ground again
Left behind by the wind
Tired of wasting my precious time

Sail among the birds and watch the men from above
I know that one day I will have to land
But I will be in the hands of a child

Let myself be carried by the elements
Without any goal, no more room in Hell for you and me