Freedom in the Air
The air is what frees someone
To feel the rush, the excitement on one
My dream, to fly, is what grants my freedom in the air
My dream, to soar, feels like no other thrill
As I hear my engine come to a roar,
I know that I soon I will begin to soar
The airplane came alive, I knew it was my time to fly
The instruments began to glow, the prop began to spin
Now was the time to take off, now was the time to fly away
I pulled the airplane into the air, launching into the sky
I saw the clouds, felt the wind, and embraced the fact that I could fly
My flight took me away into another distant land,
Now I could explore new places, all I had to do was land
The gift of flight introduced me to the freedom in the air
This is the thing I enjoyed, soaring in the air.