Over orange skies let me fly. Spread my wings, let it be high.
A triumph over the enemy I wish to prove to be.
My dad, Chance, will be so proud when I carry myself off the ground.
First chances just might break, but future hopes be sure to take.
Now I soar, a phantom in night. May my wings never fail in might.
"Thank you, dad whom I love for your inheritance in skies above."
By David Noble
