{F.16} The Aviator (V.2)

The Aviator lost his way
A cold and breezy summer day
He piloted his craft away
Into the distant sky

The Aviator does not cry
He rarely laughs and does not lie
He loved a girl once - she would die
Alone, in bed, with child

The Aviator, cool and mild
Rarely seen and rarely riled
Lost his love and lost his child
Lost his way in life

The Aviator flies through strife
He wears a scarf once of his wife
He also wears a belted knife
The one she used to go

The Aviator felt the blow
The one she dealt him long ago
A desperate act, could not follow
So much sorrow, so
He flies away.

 
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