Soaring - Aviary

He, who is falling to the ground

With a bullet in his chest

Was brought down by his own hand

Hardly noticed by the rest

He, who has soared above the clouds

Now will bow upon the ground

For he could remember

As a pilot of the war

And the life that was his was war

Death was his only hope at last

And the glories of his past

Follow in his footsteps

As he tumbles to the grass

He was a child before the war

And he thought of nothing more

Higher than the clouds were

As a pilot he could soar

And the life that was his was war

Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds

That come up so high, up so high

He was soaring, a pilot of the war

He was soaring, a pilot of the war

He was soaring, a pilot of the war

Oh, there’s a trillion of us now

And we’ve blown the world away

Old man on the park bench

Did he have something to say?

Now as the war is in the past

We forget, he was the last

For he could remember

As a pilot of the war

And the life that was his was war

Soaring, soaring 'bove the clouds

That go up so high, up so high

He was soaring, a pilot of the war

He was soaring, a pilot of the war

He was soaring, a pilot of the war