Landing

The wings tilt over the familiar field

The long war finally has to yield

I see the house, the single light

That I've been dreaming of every night

My wheels are down, my speed is low

The only place I want to go...

Is this the feeling of landing?

The ground is rushing up to kiss me

After all the high demands

The earth is finally where I'll be

I felt the wind at 30,000 feet

The thin air and the cold seat

But nothing feels as vast and true

As the small front yard, waiting for you

All that sky... all that space...

Was just the journey to this place.

THIS IS THE FEELING OF LANDING!

THE GROUND IS RUSHING UP TO KISS ME!

AFTER ALL THE HIGH DEMANDS...

THE EARTH IS FINALLY WHERE I'LL BE!