Juan Olivarez - Airplanes

Free as a bird, up in the sky,
On silver wings of steel.
But inside my heart does cry,
Because of how I really feel.

My stomach turns, and I feel faint.
My blood just churns, My face white paint.

Somebody get me down from here,
Give me a parachute.
Oh me, oh my, I greatly fear,
That I have soiled my suit.

12/23/10 Alton Texas

Juan Olivarez

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