My stomach tightens, my lips purse
My dreams are fading, I am cursed.
My hands shake, my eyes wake
My hopes are drowning, I am misplaced.
My legs are weak, my soul is free
My spirit is surrounding. I am grounding.
Prepare for landing, and then lift off.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
My stomach tightens, my lips purse
My dreams are fading, I am cursed.
My hands shake, my eyes wake
My hopes are drowning, I am misplaced.
My legs are weak, my soul is free
My spirit is surrounding. I am grounding.
Prepare for landing, and then lift off.
