I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky (I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away)
I believe I can soar (I see me running through that open door)
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly hoo
:laugh:
The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
The realist adjusts the sails.
- William Arthur Ward
