I see thee in the skies
And hear thy mighty wings
When thou flieth
With the heavenly minstrels
And those winged jesters.
Traveller to distant lands,
Fulfiller of dreams
And renewer of hope,
Thou drawest awed stares and astonished gasps
From thy sightly companions in flight.
O traveller of exotic lands,
Listen to mine plea, mine one request:
Make me one of those countless millions
Who art thy daily fare;
Those, whose hope are pinned on thee.
Take me away to some distant land,
Or, if possible,
To some other time.
Take me somewhere, anywhere
Where I can be lost,
Anonymous and invisible
Yet retaining mine identity.
Take me somewhere where I belong,
A home away from here.
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