Dancing Through The Sky
I skim port side toward the Beaks
On my other side are the montains and peeks
My feathers leave a firy glow,
And my spirit starts to grow
I feel the wind on my left
The sun on my right
I avoid a cleft
And get back in flight
They watch in awe as I glide
I see my friends look up with pride
My ryb nods her head
And I feel no ping of dreed
The wind goes against me and slowing, I begin
But, although I rip through the sky,
Being pure is more a sin
