Out of this land, I will rise,
Out of the sky, I will fly--
From hand to hand,
From heart to heart,
I will be waiting for a fresh start.
Who will be there to watch me,
When I command my ground?
Who will be there to stop me,
When the sky, I astound?
Will you be there to land your hand?
Will you be there to watch the blueness of the sky?
I will be here writing my life in the sand,
I will be here, letting my life float by, without a lie.
I want to stretch my fingers high,
I want to reach low and touch the Earth, so alive,
The smell of new comes to me, without deny,
For the highest cloud I will strive.
Come see me, I am part of you,
Come near me, I can see all,
Come feel me, I am something new,
Come cherish me, from this cloud of Earth,
I will never fall.