Wings Beneath the Control Tower (Remastered)

[male vocal] [Intro] The roar of engines was its lullaby, Radar screen lights gleamed on jade-green scales nearby. At the runway's end, in the sunset-drenched steel nest, A dragon's egg slept by oil-stained logs at rest. [Verse 1] Mechanics wiped its first cry with cotton cloth, Taught it to read the signal lights' silent oath. "Blue flame for friend, red flash for foe"— Honey-tinged radio waves from the tower flow. It learned to sheath its claws at dusk's last light, Lest scratch the silver wings of steel birds in flight. [Chorus] Learning to fly within the searchlight's ring, Its jet trail—an extension of its spine. When sirens tear the night, it hides 'neath a wing, Counting human heartbeats for returning green signs. Steel and scale swore an oath, profound and true: "You guard our dreams; we'll guard the young in you." [Verse 2] It played with fuel hoses like jungle vines, On radar dishes ground its tender horns. In pilots' leather jackets, it would ride, Watching the runway turn to rivers of light. "Throttle up! Climb!" crackled through the radio air— Became the wind that lifted scales with care. [Chorus] Learning to fly within the searchlight's ring, Its jet trail—an extension of its spine. When sirens tear the night, it hides 'neath a wing, Counting human heartbeats for returning green signs. Steel and scale swore an oath, profound and true: "You guard our dreams; we'll guard the young in you." [Bridge] Then one day, hostile shadows stained the sky, It sensed the trembling dials' silent cries: Uncalibrated guns, cloud cover thin and weak— Flaws only its keen dragon sense could seek. For the first time, it broke the "stand down" command. [Verse 3] It surged, disrupting electronic haze, A fugue of dragon roar and engine's blaze. Its warmth melted the ice on a faltering wing, In dive paths wrote what tactical logs would sing: "My nest holds seventeen steel thorns in bloom, And all the clear skies gifted by the squadron's room." [Chorus] Now it flies beyond the searchlight's ring, Its trail ignites the morning star's first gleam. When sirens slash the dark, it leads the piercing climb, At six o'clock—its breath weaves a golden shield in time. Steel and scale fulfill the oath they drew: "The dreams we guarded now guard dawn for all that's true." [Outro] Years later, recruits point at rusted charts and ask: "What weather leaves such scale-shaped clouds?" The CO polishes a faded milk-tooth charm, Gazing where sky meets earth— Every airport light begins to blink as one, Like gentle lashes of a giant, watching dawn.