To be the active notion of your flight

One must believe that all their dreams are true.

The morning sky that brilliant in its light

Allows the heart a quest upon the clouds in blue

We do decide our fears to be the plight

Of all the damage in a world we skew.

Now when the morning dawn begins to crest

Might we pray our soul to be one with God

In what capacity we decide best.

For may love’s spirit and passion we laud

Become the anchor for our common quest

In Grace we strive we thrive sweet Elegance