'Oh, Blue Angels.. Can You Hear Me?'

Oh, Blue Angels.... Can you hear me?

How perfectly you fly the planes with such precision- with such perfection- such awe!

How perfectly ironed your navy blue uniform is, how perfected your stance and walk.

And how cordial each of you are to every individual lunatic fan-

Fans and Enthusiasts, pushing and shoving to get your John Handcock....

But, excuse.... Blue Angels-

or maybe just one angel's response will do...

How lonely do you feel inside?

Can anybody hear you?

There seems to be a longing behind your eyes, Is the feeling new?

Traveling place to place... from here to there and back again.

Rushing at top speeds, far beyond speeds that the rest of us have tasted.

Is the grass greener where you stand?

The outfits are handsome and the stature is respected,

but whats going on inside, Blue Angels-

Are you silently whispering up to heaven in regards to a lonely heart?

For those of you alone without a soul who knows you well-

For those of you married or engaged, who choke up in greetings and departures-

What would happen if you traded your life of speed and worldliness,

and instead kept your two feet on the ground?

I bet, and I'm sure I'm right, as lonely as you are-

It's not worth the trade-off.

For, if it was- tell me, why are you still airborne?

Oh, Blue Angels, each and every one,

how awkward it must feel to only have a window's view

into the worlds of those you know well.

But, oh, blue angels, how amazing and breathtaking it must be,

to taste the things and experience the things you have... which we cannot.

How strange and strangling...how conflicting it must be...

To want what you have so badly- to be proud of yourself to have it -

But to... on the same note... want something you can't have so bad it stings.

Well, come on, lets just face it- None of us can have everything!

We choose the lives we do because it seems perhaps it is stitched into us...

Intertwined into our being... as if we never really maybe had a choice.

People that become nothing weren't meant to be nothing...

... just chose their lives to take that path.

In this world of give and take, and black and white...

Your decision was wise and well spent.

Oh, Blue Angels, although your hearts may ache....

with the struggle to plant your feet or fly.. with the struggle to find your heart's mate...

or, perhaps, to spend time with the soul you've already found who's picture is in your head -

Know this, as twisted a decision as it is for you,

...and as strange of a struggle your hearts contend with...

Everyone watching you from down on the ground feels their own struggle,

most of them envious...to some degree... of you and your choices.

Smile & be proud....walk proudly.... Blue Angels,

...because even with your feet planted, love does not come so easy.