Airplanes Soaring Through The Sky

All I see is sky
The big blue sky, covered by a big cloud,
The face of God.
I soar high, I wonder why
I love flying in the sun lit blue skies,
When I could die at any time.

I glided through the wind with no regrets
Though danger is equipped with silence, it accompanies me in the air
Only when I’m in the air, my spirit is free,
Like the bird flying next to me.

This is my dream, to go where no one has gone before
To touch the face of god, to be at the edge of the atmosphere.
To witness the beauty of god for myself.
Flying so high, so bright,
Passing the wind
I cheated death.

As I pull the plane up, I stall out,
I reached out my hand and nearly touched
A cloud, the face of god.
Spitting through the clouds of grace,
Hovering, and looking down on everything up high
Hovering, for the face of god.
I fly, hopefully I don’t die…