A little manchild

High up at the window

His trembling feet at the line

Hey little manchild

Do you see the people?

From high above they're so kind

Do you see the ravens?

It's you whom they're calling

"Come fly with me

We keep on wandering

And all the sorrows

Are simply staying here"



Fly with me over all nights and days

To the eternal place

Thereto where all are going

1000 years away

1000 years away



A little manchild

Lies there on the road

Why in God's name?

Hey little manchild

Do you see the people?

From down below they're so plain

Do you hear the ravens?

It's you whom they're calling

"Come fly with me

And all in morning all will be forgotten

And you were never here"



Fly with me over all nights and days

To the eternal place

Thereto where all are going

1000 years away

You'll be seeing where it's all begun

Who makes the world go round

There where we all meet one day

1000 years away

1000 years away



On the 7th of December, 1995, around 6:30 PM,

Peter flew with the birds. He was eleven years old.

In that same month, a further 3 children flew like Peter.

In the following year, 33 more followed.

Peter had many friends.

In his last letter he said good-bye to all of them.

Also to his mother - but not to his father...

Due to the impact with the ground, at the post-mortem,

Peter's body showed no sign of the terrible mistreatment he had suffered.

Later, in tears, his mother said that Peter - wherever he may now be -

Need no longer live in fear of his drunken father