If dreams had wings, we would be kings, pulling the strings in the playful springs. If dreams had wings, our feet would never touch the ground. Our souls would soar forever, and the sky… the sky would be the limit. If dreams had wings, we would chase the impossible, because everything would be possible. The only thing holding us back would be the ground beneath our feet. If dreams had wings, we would write our own stories every word a life worth living, every page a sky we could touch. A blank canvas blooming with colour Oh, if only dreams had wings… how far would we fly? How high could we rise? How brightly could we shine ? If only dreams had wings....