Free as a bird, up in the sky, <br />On silver wings of steel. <br />But inside my heart does cry, <br />Because of how I really feel. <br /> <br />My stomach turns, and I feel faint. <br />My blood just churns, My face white paint. <br /> <br />Somebody get me down from here, <br />Give me a parachute. <br />Oh me, oh my, I greatly fear, <br />That I have soiled my suit. <br /> <br />12/23/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/airplanes-3/
