(an escape to the big big blue and way beyond)
As you spread your wings and headed to the sky,
a child you left here to cry.
When or if, back you look,
You will restore the love you took.
Without you our hopes of life and love grow strange.
But as your wings take you way beyond our range,
bring ye back one day hence,
products beyond your innocence.
We hope nay we pray,
that your children will return one day.
Perhaps yourself all betrothed and tied,
with plenty and with those numbers, pride.