You learned to fly at age 16,
Flying instincts, any angel’s dream,
Piloting crafts, new ones each night
Way of the humble pilot, taken in every fight.

Breaking, just beneath the clouds,
Life is almost over now,
Death approaches fast, like a blade on glass.

Through rand and thunder, tornadoes too,
Battle it all - nothing stops your crew,
Feeling wind under your feathers,
Take you by the wings and tear them of your back - tear them off your back

Breaking, just beneath the clouds,
Life is almost over now,
Death approaches fast, not willing to bow.