We saw him fall from skies so high,
A dreamer lost, a tearful sigh.
But every end, a spark inside,
To build a dream where hopes can glide.
We failed and stumbled, broke and bled,
But never turned our hearts to dread.
For flowers bloom when storms have passed,
And steady roots grow strong and fast.
There is no flight without the fall,
No voice that soars without the call.
We’re shaken, yet we still believe—
Our wings will rise on winds that grieve.
Now hear the hum, the engine’s song,
Two hearts in flight, both brave and strong.
From broken dreams, a world takes flight,
We soared for love, for hope, for light.