Oh the speed, the wind through my fingers and through my hair,
The air rushes past me and nothing can quite compare
The freedom and joy of being out upon the wind
Is this how birds feel when they take to the wing
But this joy is so fleeting, not long it is to last
It will soon end abruptly as I hit upon the grass
For there’s a price to this freedom this time upon the air
The price is the end of all things but that price I think is fair
No love no life no laughter can take me back up now
So I open my arms to embrace, the rapidly rising ground