I remember how we used to fly through the clouds
Every night of my child hood
Youd come to visit
Taking my away from harsh reality
With you I could be free
Its all so vivid
I can hardly remember now
But I miss you
And eagerly await your next visit
You never come
Is it because I have grown?
Because when you grow
You stop believing?
I have never stopped believing
Or is it because I have forgotten
About our times together?
I need you in my life again
Take my away from this world
Let me ride on your back
As you fly through clouds
Making me forget about my problems
Let me be free

This poems about a child hood dream I used to have about a unipeg. He'd come to visit me a lot, and we'd go a fly through the clouds. He had a name, but i can't remember it.
And we used to talk about all kinds of things.
And I remember every night before I woke up, I'd dismount him and he would say:- "I have to go visit another little girl or boy now."