One-Way Ticket

I’m flying high – oh, so high.
Nothing can reach these heights.
I said goodbye to what made me cry
with nothing but blue skies in sight.
I’m flying free – oh, so free.
I feel weightless – oh, so light.
I fly without worry of what I see;
I appreciate my time in flight.
My wings glide and cut up the sky
as all my problems start to die.
I glide through and cut my ties
to enjoy my freedom as I rise.
I am happy with my one-way ticket;
I made sure not to leave without it.
When I’m gone, please sing my song
as I continue writing all my wrongs.