A hanger sits empty,

Its doors open wide,

Family and friends know,

They will never again park inside.

But they have not flown their last flight,

For now they fly in God’s perfect sky,

And It’s not as much for them as for us,

That we shed the tears we cry.

They now fly in a better place

Now, they can touch Gods face.

They’ve slipped these surly bonds

For a place with air smooth and sweet

They’ve flown their last mission here,

Their Earthly lives Complete.

Mourn not for our flyboys

For they now fly in God’s loving embrace

They’ve left the hanger doors open

Now a sad and empty place.

And while they may have left us,

In our earthly state,

On the other side of the sky

Is where they now wait.

Each touched us in his very special way,

Know that we’ll see them again,

In the Lords vast hangar bay.