High above the trees in the Barcelona breeze
Breathing fresh air without a care in the world
Flapping in the sky is how you learn to fly.
Even if you fall Or crash into a wall
Every small mistake, And every bruise and ache
Every pain and sigh,
Part of learning how to fly
Wishing you could soar
Through the air, an o much more...
Knowing your dream is just a gleam in your eye
The hope you have inside
Means someday you will glide,
Stretch your wings and rise
Through the Barcelona skies