Is it here I’d stay if I had wings today? Would you wish...

Is it here I’d stay if I had wings today? Would you wish to go if you ever sank this low? Would I love the sky if I could fly that high? Would it set you free if they truly saw me? Could we survive the weather if we just flew together? Did you know the air sings when you start to trust your wings? I wonder if fate grows weary from the wait.