There is a solitary beauty in solo flight

Flying free with no one there just you alone

A t first sight alone might feel right yet it's like flying with a part of the sky being out of sight

A wingman brings life to that death's night

Father, for too long you have flown alone

Always with a dark spot where the light that should have shone

Turn now and see that light shining bright both day or night

Your son is here and his wing is now and forever tight

Both now forever flying safe always in total light

Silver wings now angels gold as father and son fly forever together never again to be alone

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