The freedom around my father's grave
now drifted by the winds of war and disturbed
And all my sorrows, all my pleas
now buried under machines' roar
It is not a dream

May the laughter of children help us in the end
Turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant
that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees
and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East

Now I was 13 months at sea,
and it feels like I'm coming home
This port is a well-known place to me,
so I kneel down to touch the stone

And for a minute I thought I could understand
that all is one in all here in my Neverland
Then the wind takes it all

Under the sirens of the night,
I hear an ancient melody
("Fly" is a boy) "Fly" is a boy who sings for the world
and writing an anthem for too many gods

A biological weapon is the virus of hate
Destroys our hope for freedom
We lost the peace, and now it's just a little too late
The free choice for home, for religion and faith
Is like I would lie so bizarre
That I'm not afraid

Something inside infecting our innocence
Before all our lies searching for their paradise

(Under the sirens) Under the sirens of the night
(I can hear it) I can hear it
I hear an ancient melody
("Fly" is a boy)
"Fly" is a boy who sings for the world
(Writing an anthem) and writing an anthem for too many gods

Out there in the fields, I see children play
in a magic light on a rainy day
And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa
Dancing with a man from another star
And he brings us hope, says the little boy
Heal the universe with a song of joy

I'm afraid of the very end
No one will flee from our Neverland
How can I reach other river coasts?
Try to be water, then you'll learn to flow

Now I'm the king of all orchid dreams
Dreams make us different human beings
Who are you that I'm talking to?
Can't you see that everything is in you?

I see how the world is going down
You leave with a rainbow in my eyes
I see how the world is going down
It's a sad but a beautiful goodbye

While Fly is a boy still sings for the world
Writing an anthem for too many gods

Last night I found the hole in my dreams
I slipped outside and saw nothing's like it seems
You better know this: we're not alone and just cats-paw on a string,
and those who watch us from above make us dance and sing

Lyrics submitted by Octavarium64

A Boy Named Fly song meanings
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