Fly like a bird, fly like a plane,
Up in the air is where you remain;
The air is clear, the sky is high,
Imagine your wings as the day goes by.
You hear the words of the birds that speak,
As they fly in one direction at the point of their beak;
Or the nose of a plane is as plain as the face,
That maybe one day we’ll go to out of space.
But whether a flight is just in your mind,
Or whether the weather is to you being kind;
Think of the altitude of heave above,
Lost out of time and lost in true love.
So in your heart as you stretch out you're wings,
Think of the peace ad what happiness brings;
For things in the dark need a light to go by,
So who care how hard or how high you fly.
Flying is a thought that comes to our mind,
As we drift through dreams when times hard to find;
And the joy that we know is like floating on air;
Not knowing just what or just exactly where.
But the best is yet to come when we take off or land.
The flight in control through the wing and the hand;
And let’s not forget just what’s happening up there,
But remember your soul while on earth you breathe air.
Signed,
Flying high