Posthumous Drafts - Act II

So I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest mountain
And I was a little boy
In my little world with my little toys
All alone

I was alone in highest mountain
I could see everyone
But no one could see me

So I had a dream
That I was flying over Porto Alegre river
And I was a little boy
In my little world with my little toys
All alone

I was alone in the highest mountain
I could see everyone
But no one could see me