He flies in his dreams.

And no matter how strange that seems,

He knows it is true.

I know it is, too.

And so do some other few.

In his dreams he sped, he sailed, he soared;

Wherever he led...

he was adored.

My dad.

My Dad could fly,

though he wouldn’t tell just anyone

how that magical deed was done,

you can rest assured,

no matter how absurd,

he’ll be soaring ‘ere this night is done.

This night.

If we look to the sky

We’ll see my guy.

My Dad,

as he flies.

And the secret to his secret is this:

If one can fly,

one can never miss...

or be missed.

With his watchful eye,

tending over us all....

My Dad...

…My dad

The be All and End all

To me.

Shhh!

Watch.

Watch the skies

Watch...

You’ll see him pass by.