Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.
And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.
We're flying free like birds in the sky, because we're ALIVE.
Who doesn't want to fly around in a spaceship?
I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.
The day I am not able to fly will be a sad day for me.
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.
I believe in reincarnation. In my last life I was a peasant. Next time around, I'd like to be an eagle. Who hasn't dreamed they could fly? They're a protected species, too.
Surely no child, and few adults, have ever watched a bird in flight without envy.
