We fly.

Whispers of doubt weigh on us,

but still we fly.

Wind howls at us,

threatening to throw us off track,

but still we fly.

The sun sets,

forming a path for darkness,

but still we fly.

We fly

and we fly

and we fly.

We keep flying,

searching for our beacon of hope.

We fly on nothing but faith,

and right now,

that’s more than enough.