Flailing yet still floating
In the blue night-time sky
We release them with a heave
In the hopes to see them fly

Fall, Rise, Glide
Fall, Rise, Glide

Their papery white wings
So weak but still holding
They move with the wind
With beauty of our molding

Cranes and Doves
Sparrows and Ravens
Edge t'ward the sun
Escaping our haven

They flow slowly higher
Specks, each a new star
As they travel we dream
Of how high and how far

Fall, Rise, Glide
Fall, Rise, Glide