Fly...

So high above the world I'm flying,
the only breeze is an angel sighing.
The warm glow of the sun shines down on me,
as I drift ever closer to my destiny.

Floating through these beams so bright;
I push myself to reach new heights.
I don't know when, but someday soon,
I'll be there dancing with the stars and moon.

On the ground I hear them cry
to get back on earth, and out of the sky
I'm not meant to dance with the stars
and they are not ready to say good-bye.

And just when I stop flying, start falling
I hear the voice of an angel calling
I listen well to her sweet sound
saying, Fly on and don't ever look down...

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