Mob Rules

Could it be part of human history
That the air you breathe's also meant to let you sail?
Take out your shoes have the courage to let go
And the wings you're on set you free
The mystery of life lets you go and find your way
With the birds at the sky and the clouds that let you dream
If there's no heaven you can fly right now to the moon
When night will turn to day
And the trees give shadows
It's changing black to grey