Air Heart, Air Heart: Dear Amelia

How could you be anything else?
Wings of steel, soul of the sky,
You chase the horizon, the woman who flies.

Wings hum beneath the endless light,
Metal sings in harmony with sky,
The clouds, they churn like beasts below,
The wind it whispers, soft and low,

Chorus:
I’m part of this world, and I cut through the air,
Colors and animals, they meet me there,
From emerald jungles to the desert’s sigh,
I grip the yoke, and I still fly high.
The ocean’s breath, it pulls me near,
Silver and green, a vast frontier,
Birds in the sky, they glide beside,
In this machine, I come alive.

Flying machine, craft, a dream it’s Real !
Flying flying flying float