Away with the wind
like a dandelion wish I
jump to the moon
and soar with the stars
My passion is to fly
to fly with the birds
up in the sky
Over the mountains
through the clouds
the air is clear
the sight is fear
But I am brave
brave as Hercules
stomping into battle
Running with his sword head on
I dare to fly
so high in the sky
fearless--
into the storm
I soar like a bird
gracefully through the sky
I live like a star
bold, so bright upon--
dark
My passion is to fly
to fly with the birds
up in the sky
As same, I have wings
that cut the glass sky
long grey stiffly metal
moves along in the wind
I travel around the world
only to come home again
to rest my body and refuel
so when the moon dies
and the sun regrows
My passion to fly
stands still --
Soaring through the sky
way up high with the birds
over the mountains
into the clouds of storm
fearless--
strong--
My passion
is to
---fly---
