These simple words you sing,
Since they are true,
On wings of white
They fly into the blue.

Few see, and fewer hear,
Since they are true;
On wings of life
They soar into the blue.

They may not land on land
(Truth’s never done),
But fly they straight
Above the setting sun.

Who follows them with love,
Since they are true,
On wings of thought
Will climb into the blue.