As Infinite as the Sky

When you look up at the sky,
When it is a most brilliant blue.
Does the sky look like infinite,
Endless,
Never ending.
Do you wish to fly,
With the wings of an angel
And sweep through the blue.
Dropping your troubles.
So they fall down, pulled by gravity.
So they fall and don't return.

The sky is so infinite.

Who would say the Sky's the limit?
It really isn't true.
What lies beyond the sky is space,
So dark, through and through.

The sky is so infinite so...
Won't you fly with me?
With the white wings of angel.
Drop you troubles,
And fly with me.