Less than seventy days for me To return back to where I belong, I'll be underneath my blue sky, Will be in the place I call Home. I will go back to familiar sounds, Will hear the fighters roar again, And everytime the rotors sing, My heart will smile with a tinge of pain. Yet 'twill be under the blue sky, Donning the blue uniform I love, I will remember years gone by, The people here and those above. Oh the love I have for my sky, All the Hawaabaaz will agree. Its akin to those who love their land, And to the ones who love their sea. I'm counting days to get back, To the space where I truly belong, I'm going back to my blue sky, Thats the place I call my home.