An Unidentified Flying Project (Demo)

The comet in my head
Says
Another day's gone by
The color of the trees
Say
The birds will come fly
Far away in a field
Maybe a desert, far from fear
A city block, a garbage truck
A town lost to the years
A book will tell a kid
How
A garden once full bloom
Will fill the hearts, like many arts
Full and free from gloom

The stars in the sky keep blinking
Some world'd not left for thinking

But here we are
Higher than a kite
The mountains, the clouds in
The darkest skies at night
Where planes pass over soft
Whirring, mumbling, warm
There's a child in a woman
Flying before they're born
Their eyes will see great wonder
Paradises come to light
Palm trees, turquoise seas
All worth any fight

And the stars in the sky keep blinking
You can't help but thinking

As the plane passes on
The folks are sleeping
Warm, stired, calm
You've been the child
In fact, it hasn't been long
Since your skies were blue
Now you're singing the song
Try as you might
You're still alright
Your thoughts are not wrong
You're nothing if not true
The sky will one day be blue
Love yourself, everyone else
Has at one point been you