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.