Flying high, looking down
At all the things I've overcome.
Feeling free! Flying free
O'er the dark grey thunderclouds.
At my feet, under me
Rainfalls and thunder claps.
I'm alone, flying free!
In the bright beaming light!
The sun! The light!
I see it now! Warming me inside!
Feeling free, flying free
O'er the dark grey thunderclouds!
- Christine Stone Mooth
