Okay sir. I’ll be patient.
You have made it
Extremely clear
The baggage you carry
You’ve traveled far
A turbulent flight
But you’re off that plane
You still feel the pain
Did you not realize
That during that ride
I was by your side
That familiar stranger
Who as the plane fell
You began to tell
A story of strife
The beauty of life
We’ve officially survived
And I feel so alive
The past is obscured
Love becomes blurred
I can see through the haze
Yet you ask for my days
To allow fire to die
To hold in my sigh
Well, sir, I shall try
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