For My Favorite Country Artist, Who Loves Flying

I'm up here soaring through the sky.
The clouds an endless blanket before me.
Soaring like an eagle way up high.
Blue sky as far as the eyes can see.

Freedom from the hassle that life brings.
Escaping the pressure and the pain.
Free as a bird, gliding round on wings.
Helps keep my spirit sane.

As I'm soaring through the sky.
And I look down at the ground.
I ask myself the question why,
Do I have to stay earthbound?

The answers no, because as you see.
I'm soaring once again.
Up here where I love to be.
Soaring through this endless plain.

Copyright ©2003 Mary L. B