O céu chama-te...

The Sky calls out with space and might,
your wings spread wide and free.
That vision seen will leave your sight!,
unless you hold on, Oh so tight,
When clasped both hands the dream of Flight
Becomes your living fantasy.
May God grant you blue skies aloft,
With winds of calm by land,
As you play on the outskirts of heaven,
On the fragile wings of man.

Autor: John D. Duvall