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.