Aboard an airplane we soar,
Ascending higher, more and more.
All around us, clouds coalesce,
Amidst the sky's blueishness.
As we climb, the air grows cool,
Admiring the view, oh how I drool.
Aloft in this metal machine,
Against our worries, we convene.
Afar from the world we leave,
Anchored to our seats, we achieve
Awe-inspiring heights, our eyes feast
Above the land, we're at peace.
Aboard an airplane we fly,
Away from earth, we're up high.
All manner of scenery, our eyes perceive,
As we travel, all we can do is believe.Up in the sky, soaring so high,
An airplane roars, like a bird it flies.
Its wings outstretched, against the blue,
Cutting through clouds, with ease it pursue.
It's a feeling unlike any other,
To travel through the air, with no bother.
Looking down, the world seems small,
Nothing can hold you, you can rule it all.
The wind in your hair, the view so grand,
The freedom you feel, is simply unplanned.
You can go anywhere, without any string,
Even the sky can't put an end to your fling.
In an airplane, you are truly free,
A feeling that can't be expressed easily.
So spread your wings and fly so high,
In the sky, where dreams can touch the Up in the sky, soaring so high,
An airplane roars, like a bird it flies.
Its wings outstretched, against the blue,
Cutting through clouds, with ease it pursue.
It's a feeling unlike any other,
To travel through the air, with no bother.
Looking down, the world seems small,
Nothing can hold you, you can rule it all.
The wind in your hair, the view so grand,
The freedom you feel, is simply unplanned.
You can go anywhere, without any string,
Even the sky can't put an end to your fling.
In an airplane, you are truly free,
A feeling that can't be expressed easily.
So spread your wings and fly so high,
In the sky, where dreams can touch the Up in the sky, soaring so high,
An airplane roars, like a bird it flies.
Its wings outstretched, against the blue,
Cutting through clouds, with ease it pursue.
It's a feeling unlike any other,
To travel through the air, with no bother.
Looking down, the world seems small,
Nothing can hold you, you can rule it all.
The wind in your hair, the view so grand,
The freedom you feel, is simply unplanned.
You can go anywhere, without any string,
Even the sky can't put an end to your fling.
In an airplane, you are truly free,
A feeling that can't be expressed easily.
So spread your wings and fly so high,
Up in the sky, soaring so high,
An airplane roars, like a bird it flies.
Its wings outstretched, against the blue,
Cutting through clouds, with ease it pursue.
It's a feeling unlike any other,
To travel through the air, with no bother.
Looking down, the world seems small,
Nothing can hold you, you can rule it all.
The wind in your hair, the view so grand,
The freedom you feel, is simply unplanned.
You can go anywhere, without any string,
Even the sky can't put an end to your fling.
In an airplane, you are truly free,
A feeling that can't be expressed easily.
Up in the sky, soaring so high,
An airplane roars, like a bird it flies.
Its wings outstretched, against the blue,
Cutting through clouds, with ease it pursue.
It's a feeling unlike any other,
To travel through the air, with no bother.
Looking down, the world seems small,
Nothing can hold you, you can rule it all.
The wind in your hair, the view so grand,
The freedom you feel, is simply unplanned.
You can go anywhere, without any string,
Even the sky can't put an end to your fling.
In an airplane, you are truly free,
A feeling that can't be expressed easily.
So spread your wings and fly so high,
In the sky, where dreams can touch the sky.So spread your wings and fly so high,
In the sky, where dreams can touch the sky.In the sky, where dreams can touch the sky.
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Rimsha Ashraf
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I love the way you express your feelings amazinggg