Feet on the ground, standing tall.
Still we wonder, “Is this all?”
If we listen, we can hear the sky call:
Weren’t we made for more?
Here on the ground, others say we’re home.
But something calls us to the great unknown.
A world to explore, all alone;
We were meant to soar!
Ever upwards, ever climbing,
through the clouds, we are rising.
We were meant to soar!
Above the mists, above the plains.
Over the ridge, above the rain,
the world transforms as we glide!
Land fades away. Oceans glisten below.
Exhilaration flows and joy abounds as we fly
toward the sun, everything is clear:
We can achieve, we can be free.
The sky’s the place where we can dream.
Always reaching for more.
We must fly. We must soar!
We were made to soar.
Briana Gresko