Glide my final slope into the light
Through the icy black of killing rain.
Touch me down on runway swept in white.

Towering nimbus sends his crushing might,
My fragile wings his tearing winds disdain.
Glide my final slope into the light.

Aloft in hard and rocky places tight,
Perched on ragged razor I remain.
Touch me down on runway swept in white.

Downward through the dizzy spiral height,
Desperate my mayday calls refrain:
Glide my final slope into the light.

From night’s darkened terror, childhood’s fright,
Faint transponds the heart’s remembered pain.
Touch me down on runway swept in white.

Vectored on a course of level flight,
Homing to your beacon I remain:
Glide my final slope into the light,
Touch me down on runway swept in white.