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Go pa go.
You would always be smiling when you talked of a dream.
The one where you took to the sky.
With power, with strength, you mentioned the view
Your hands held you way up high.
When back on the ground you'd ask if we felt
of being aloft in our slumber.
But it was just you, in the dream, in the air
Sailing through the waves of wind.
And then you took wing beyond just a dream
in the sky, so high, so blue.
I pray the Lord our souls to keep
when you fly way past the moon.
Words and Music by Billy Pilgrim
Pilgrimusic © 2017