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| Music Now Playing: Wind Beneath My Wings |
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| Spirit Of Flight |
| Able to soar up to the heavens, Leaving behind the solid ground. Seeing the skies about us, While the wings go ever higher, As the Spirit of Flight is found. Neck arched proudly in contentment, As the Spirit sweeps the sky. Cruising the breezes, With nature's wonder, And ascend forever high. Floating in dream the Spirit goes, In her aviatic trance. Skimming the zephyrs, Singing the currents, Of her atmospheric dance. Time stands still in this earthless space, Colours drift past for her to see. The Spirit of Flight is always there, Gliding above us forevermore, From now until infinity. |
| Copyright @ July 2003 Graham S |