BORN TO FLY

This is not a song. But a nice poem I found in my friend's friendster. Isn't that cool? Haa~ Well, my friend has the same aspiration as me. Thaz to do sky-diving somedaez!! Well maybe tandem diving first. Haa~ Really looking forward to that~

Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melt away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know, I was born to fly.

YuP.. we are all born to fly~