I reach out for the sky,
With my empty hands held high,
As I aim to leap and fly,
To a place where none shall cry.

The winds will heavily blow.
The sun a bright golden glow.
Passing mountains of misty snow.
To a place even I don't know.

Perhaps to a green field beyond,
or to a land forever dawn,
or a kingdom where farmers yawn,
with a mighty crest of a silver swan.

And when you ask me why,
know that my love for you shall not die.
For never will I say goodbye,
Until the story ends with you and I.