My passion is to fly......
To touch the deep blue sky
With silver wings, 'neath puffy clouds, and soar.

My heart begins to pound
When I hear the sound
Of the tow ship's engine roar.

"Slack out! Pattern clear? Wing up!", and go
Faster, faster down the runway,
The glider now in tow.

Two hundred feet of tether,
A thread that keeps us bound.
Climb higher, higher, two thousand feet.........release......

Now, the only sound
Is the air as it rushes o'er the ship
So high above the ground.

Check the gauges and look for lift.
Climb higher on thermal air,
With eagles, and hawks, and sheaths from corn stalks.
It's a different world up there.

There's a challenge, yet a peace,
That fills my soul and sets me free,
And I know therešs no place on earth
That I would rather be.

And sometime, in the future,
When my earthly bounds are shed,
My loved ones may be mourning, but
It's not a time to dread.

For I'll be soaring with the angels,
Flying high with style and grace.
I'll be soaring with the angels,
With a smile upon my face.