It's going to fly.
wrap its wings around the earth,
breath the air with frost and cold,
and go higher and higher
to a bottomless world.
It's going to fly.
unleash a song of morning glory,
fly above the sunlit sky,
spread its wings and say goodbye.
Its going to fly, one last time
say goodbye to the year before
because growing older means flying higher, and spreading your wings farther.
