To be a plane

What I would give to be a plane
To be able to soar high and free
For life on the crust can be such a bane
With so much to worry me

To own the skies above
To supreme the birds with quickened pace
No sparrow, no eagle, no dove
Will be able to match my grace

To soar, to cruise, to reach high in the sky
Only jealousy will come when you see me fly

To worry, to cry, to just wonder ‘why?’
A plane will never do
For it is truly free, and forever true

And when the skies are mine
When I have explored them all
Only then I hope to die
The glorious death, the Great Fall

To stand like giants for the first, and the last
Like a fallen angel cast from the heavens
The crust welcomes me, the ocean may beckon
As screams fill my hall
Such is the fate of the Great Fall