Fly Away

Standing along the shore
watching the sun come and go
through The Words of our Majestic Creator
I see The Truth unfold

Hands in the pocket
staring out at the sky
feeling like a rocket
With nowhere to get out

I just want to flyaway
on the wings of an Angel
I just want to fly away, to
where I know no strangers.

Now standing along the edge
watching the visible bowl
see how the canopy rises
above a flat earth dome

Fluid on the outside
there's no space at all
the sun flowing above us
and so does the moon and the stars and the constellations and everything in between

I just want to flyaway
on the wings of an Angel
I just want to fly away, to
where I know no strangers.
I just want to flyaway
on the wings of a Messenger
I just want to fly away, to
where I know no strangers.