On the Plane Again  3/23/99

Here i am, on the airplane agian.
Up on that airplane.
May i leave the ground.
May i touch the Earth.
It's heavenly up there...
up in mid air.

The years just come and go
and come and go.
I don't know anymore
what's supposed to 'go'
So i'm just gonna give it all up.
A run through the desert.
A trip 'neath the stars.
I hope i see aliens there.
It would be a good thing.
So much to tell.
I am ready.
Forget these earthly chains.
I am strong.
I am right to find my rights and keep them there.

It is my precious one who's out there still.
I do believe in miracles.
Let miracles occur.
I can feel him still.
It's like an echo.
I hear it if i turn in.

In the last few days, my ears have been ringing.


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