Soaring

Lana Lane

He, who is falling to the ground
 With a bullet in his chest
 Was brought down by his own hand
 Hardly noticed by the rest

 He, who has soared above the clouds
 Now will die upon the ground
 For he could remember
 As a pilot of the war
 And the life that was his was war

 Death was his only hope at last
 And the glories of his past
 Follow in his footsteps
 As he crumbles to the grass

 He was a child before the war
 And he thought of nothing more
 Higher than the clouds were
 As a pilot he could soar
 And the life that was his was war

 CHORUS

 Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds
 That are not so high, not so high
 He was soaring, a pilot of the war
 He was soaring, a pilot of the war
 He was soaring, a pilot of the war.

 Ah, there's a trillion of us now
 And we burn the world away
 Old man on the park bench
 Did he have something to say?

 Now as the is in the past
 We forget, he was the last
 For he could remember
 As a pilot of the war
 And the life that was his was war