Made For Flying Onse in the wood I saw, A magestic animal No flaw, Although his coat was shabby and clotted, On his cheek he had a sore where the flesh had rotted, But still he was the most beautiful thing, Stuck in a trap with a broken wing, His eyes pale blue stared at me, Pain in them all could see, His coat was a dirty white, His hoaves strong, yet made for flight, Pegasus I called, Pegasus come here, Youll live I promise please my dear, Please dont give up all your fire, Dont give up now ill get you higher, Up in the sky once again, Where you belong my dearest friend, So i took him to a little river, Where i could nurse his tempered fever, His broken wing set and mended, The fire in his heart never relented, And that my friend is why today, If you look very closely at the sky, Then maybe youll get a lucky glimps, Off the animal who was born to fly.