If you're told that you can't, ask why
And if told that you won't, you try
When I doubted myself, I gave it my all
So just look at me now, I fly
When it's hot on the ground, you fry
If you want to cool off, go high
And if weather is bad, then go somewhere else
Planes always do better when dry
If it's light with power, it's spry
If you fly too heavy, you die
When trying to land, strong wind from the side
This isn't the time to be shy
If you find the right plane, you buy
So where do you take it, the sky
You soar above Earth, thank God for the gift
Remember those lost and you cry
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