Last night I had a dream I was flying
Could this be how it feels when we are dying?
Floating through the air caught in an ecstasy,
Heaven calling home like this was meant to be, meant to be.
No wind beneath my wings an eye in the sky,
Could this be how it feels could this be what it means to be flying?
I dream about my friends who've found eternity.
Beyond this tiny star I know they're flying free flying free.