Alone
8,000
9,000
10,000
Feet high
Alone I soared,
Alone in the sky,
Alone I sailed,
When reaching new heights,
New forces unveiled,
The icy wind's bite.
On the radio I hailed,
Only static I heard,
No one knows the terror,
Of being a lone bird.
For hours I flew,
On my Grob 103,
Trying to get home,
Without hitting a tree.
I looked for the runway,
No airport did I see,
Only mountains and farms,
Only clouds, only me.
I was 14 years old,
And little did I know,
This was the day,
I am a child no more.
Using only my head,
With the sky as my map,
I plotted for home,
Where I needed a nap.
Slowly I drifted,
My first solo flight,
To the edge of the airspace,
To the edge of the night.
From takeoff to landing,
From mountain to hay,
Alone had I been,
Alone and afraid.
No more would I live,
As a child or babe,
Grown from this flight,
And Alone on this day.
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