When I was a child about the age of four
I remember thoughts that I had stored from lives before
Dreams of great height above the earth, my soul would take flight
The earth would be beneath me and the light would guide me
No solid ground to stabilize my stance no piercing eyes, no judging tongues
Only in a thought in quick glance
For in my mind it had been awhile since I’ve been in the clouds above the sky, beyond the stars.
I’ve often dreamed of places unknown for God willing that is were I’m going
For you lose yourself in this world to find yourself in another
In a world with what every one finds when there is nothing left
When you are high above and you can see
You finally see, the truth ….
That’s the Consequence of flight.