Atop a roof, against the sky
There stood a boy, his arm held high
The only thing on his mind
Was his dream that he could fly
As the wind caressed his face
He shut his eyes and began to pray
"Please just once, let me soar"
Satisfied he repeated
          one..last..time
The ledge receded, he felt alive
Lost in the feeling of that amazing wind
He flew forever, he never stopped
Happy he was, that he was on top
But this is where his tale unfolds
the boy named J
the one with no home
He watched the people pass him by
And long ago he quit asking why
His dream -so alive- went out of control
No one cared to see him go
The tragedy of his dream
Was not that people refused to believe
Its that his wish
         did come true
In 5.3 seconds

He did what he wanted to do.

Atop a roof, against the sky
there once stood a boy now lost in time
If only one thing could be said
About the life which he led
Don't ever believe that you've had enough
Don't ever think life's too rough
there are no do overs, no repeats
Just a message of many words
If your there on a roof
just back away; move aside
Abandon the dream
       that you can fly.