"I do not need a plane" he said,
"if I want to fly."
"I only need a little faith,
and I will reach the sky."
His friends all scoffed and said to him,
"Man, faith is not enough.
You need wings to fly, a motor, prop,
and all that kind of stuff."
"But birds do fly," he said to them
"and they need none of these.
To them it is a simple task
to sore among the trees."
With that he turned and walked away
He knew where he should be
Flying through a wind-swept night
In to a star filled sea
He climbed the highest rooftop
In all his little town
No shred of fear within his heart
He just smiled, and looked around
He stepped off from that rooftop
Only confidence did he show
As he splattered like a grapefruit
On the street below