Mighty skies, my mightier high!
The thud of my spirit mingles with the bolt of thunder as I fly .
Brace my arms, not my soul, it knows just to soar
'Whether' is just a haze with insane weather.
Not one am I to bow my head to it in surrender.
I look up at the stars as some shine in proud effulgence on my blue armour,
Moulds of sweat born of feverish fervour.
Amused as you see the metal bird from below, mused am I with her wings
Holding your hopes and mine,
Swaying along in smiles I sing.
Toiling high to keep your hearts and hearth burn in light
I walk my way with salutations to my land.
Boy, I am not just a wearer of my cap,
But an air warrior of strength, as I stand.
My journey is not just of fate and faith.
Of choices and grit, to serve and shield
For my nation's cries, I clamour.
I fly to yield.
