I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow

at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge

turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down.

A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still

in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer,

flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane.

I have no guns or missiles to defend myself from the Alliance

who strive to catch me. With my agility and luck I may get through

to get home to see my girl and to live again

in what was once a dream for all those lonely years.


a dreamflyidealismlovestolen planeunarmed




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