Reaching for the sky again, 

I hear the slipstream call my name, 

This old land is all worn out for me, 

I want to fly and leave this game, 

Rising up to see the sun rise, 

Patchwork Earth beneath my wings, 

Feel the jostle of the thermals, 

And forget all earthly things. 

I want to fly into the sunset, 

Orange to purple, blue to black, 

Fly above the storms of sorrow, 

Dream of never turning back.