Flying High

w c

Flying High

 

I was in the city

And saw an airplane flying low

And as it was lifting

I wondered where it would go

 

I had been high myself

And had taken many trips

And with drugs and booze had felt

Like a plane a bit

 

Booze and drugs were everywhere

But I always came back down

With depression and despair

When I crashed back to the ground

 

My travel became too much

And I decided it best to stay

With the sober and in touch

With God my pilot each day

 

God made me a reservation in Heaven

Where I’ll see the angels’ wings

And where I’ll be high all the time

With no booze or worrying

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2019 19:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Those angels will always show you the right way to fly.

    • w c

      To fly with angels will be such a blessing.

    • orchidee

      A fine write w c.

      • w c

        Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your comment.



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