Who’s that pilot driving under the sun?
Who's that pilot soaring on a winter time?
Who's that pilot traveling after a fall sign?
And even working on a summer’s rhyme.
A good pilot drives in a nice way,
Controlling all emotions and has no blame,
Sketching a plan not like as insane,
Driving his way on Dear God’s lane.
I’m the pilot, a good pilot ever,
Pilot of my life and a life saver,
Driving my life as a good teacher,
And swaying it as a good follower.
You’re the one who has to control
The one to drive and soar your soul,
Make your life the best for all,
And try to knock and open God’s door.