The last time I was on a plane and it was dusk outside:
The sky bled
Under the Sun’s red gaze
As I skid across the clouds
Like a pebble in a daze
What is my destiny I wonder
As I pass over this bloody sea
I wish I knew just as any other
Who wonders what he is to be
When such seas I must cross
I seek his sheltering hand
Like a child seeks his father’s words
So with unbowed shoulders I may stand
When all else around me withers
And my body screams for me to stop
I pray for his guiding light
To shield me from the sheer drop
But he rewards not hymns or prayer
Only effort and will can sway him
I wonder how many seas I can cross
Until I too become one with the dim
But just as evening gives way to night
Just before the day steals the dark away
I hope that this sea I cross
Will show him and make him say
That I have earned my peace
And nothing can steal it away
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