The Flight


It was a quarter to seven, I was dreaming of heaven
When the big airplane left
Yes we were late, but we sat at the gate
Enduring some god-awful wait

When it finally ignited, we flew like United
Hoping to make up the time
And now my connecting, might be affecting
My flight to your loving arms

But fear not my dear, there’s always good cheer
We’ll make it in the end
No matter the fight, I’ll make the next flight
And be with you in the end!

Creative Commons LicenseThis work by dschwietert is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.

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