years that once past
this ordinary life couldn't last
all my anger frustration so sinned

throw caution away to the wind

and whilst they told me to stay here

that I wouldn't get anywhere
they might as well have admitted that i would have never gotten my share


Good times at flight camp now are here
summer's clear and darkness disapears
Best friend till the day we met appear

happier than once was thought
Whilst the sent way to learn the rules
found its better to break than to bend

Good times at flight camp now are here
and I never want it to end


and so my friend we would find a way
tell them we don't need you to stay
we have ourselves, each other what more do I need

you have my back, wings, claws indeed

the learned skills more than flying

that this friendship could never end
and whilst they told me everything ends
I refuse to believe