As I look up in the very blue sky,
I run so fast I feel like I can fly.
I feel like an eagle, so strong and so light,
I flap my wings and soon take flight.
I go soaring through the bright blue air,
without a worry; without a care.
As I look at the ground below,
I know I have a place to go.
The flight is short but very sweet,
and soon I land back on my feet.
Home again, it feels so right,
to be myself, even in flight.
16 June, 1993
