FREEDOM OF FLIGHT

I have flown in the white wisp of the clouds

And shared the glory every hawk enshrouds.

I was born just a man who walks

But I’ve had my moment in the life realm of the hawk.

Setting sun, painting pictures ‘cross the sky

Makes me long for the freedom to fly.

I look at men, scared to live and sorry to die

Who will never know what a wonder it is to fly.

BREAK

To lift from earth and feel your heart swell

Is a thrill no man can tell.

And to land again

As if guided by some magic mystic hand.

My sadness turns to joy,

Joy becomes boy,

And boy,

Becomes man!