Oh you airplanes and pilots of hope
So long have you flown in my dreams
Today you will fly in my awake.
And take me to the fabled lands.
How come a day of solemn parting
Evolves to that of sorrowful gathering?
Will my eve suddenly turn to my dawn?
Oh what pain, departing from my own.
Behind, am billed to leave a doting love
The type a mother gives a suckling babe
Alas, the voice will fly and seek its ether
Leave behind the tongue that gave it wings.
I will leave now even though with sorrow
I will leave now, tearing off not a garment
I go tearing off my flesh, ripping out my heart
But alone the eagle must fly without its nest.