Flight patterns

I don't mind flying
But why this wrong direction?
I close my eyes, and see yours, peeking in my window
A mirage of what I wish to see, in the clouds
And you're on the other side of me
The side I cannot reach this morning
Going home but you're not there
Why should I be satisfied?
I am fighting now for breath
Fighting more to be there

I'm doing what they told me
They are never pleased
I just want to be there
My hands are bound by traditions
One day I will break them all
That day I'll take you in my arms
Then I'll say goodbye to saying goodbye to you
Maybe then we will finally understand
Another day here, another skyline
Fades into the distance still between our hands

Be patient, darling
One day we will both come home
I will see you, maybes will be gone
Fear is fleeting, it escapes my eyes tonight
My arms will hold you fast then
I am always here for one last breath
This is a dream, indeed its true
The one the morning cannot chase away
Here I promise, never to let go of you
Hold my heart please, until my body catches up