High above the clouds I soar,

Winds upon my wing.

And if I listen very hard

I can hear the angels sing.

My thoughts come from deep within,

As I fly on through the day.

With spirit free and mind relaxed,

Control what comes my way.

This I do without refrain.

No guilt and no remorse.

Set my target, go on my way,

And try to stay on course.

And when my journey is complete.

When no longer can I fly.

Please do not be sad for me,

Just wave and say goodbye.

Fentiman