We fly, suspended in the air
So many miles above the ground,
In transit, neither here nor there,
Lives missing, neither lost nor found.
Our thoughts aloft, our souls adrift,
So distant from the life we know,
Our consciousness and spirits lift,
From woes kept to the earth below.
As souls loosed from the mortal flesh,
And left unteathered, roaming free,
The weary float and find their rest,
Between days past and destiny.
