We are the Pilots of our plane
Navigating this Life
Through the trails and terrain.
When life is kind,
The path is clear like blue skies.
But there are times when our travel meets turbulence,
It can create chaos and a erupt disturbance.
Do we fight the storm, or continue our flight?
Maybe we need ground.
To take a break, and get our bearings down.
When our head is in the clouds
And we don’t know what to do,
Sometimes it’s best to rest rather than move.
The clouds do fade,
The rain doesn’t stay,
Although we might wish things could change,
Good things do come to those who wait.
We are still the Pilots this Plane
Even if our forecast tells there will be wells of pain.
If not alone, then together we will weather
any atmospheric pressure that comes our way.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
We are the Pilots of our plane
Navigating this Life
Through the trails and terrain.
When life is kind,
The path is clear like blue skies.
But there are times when our travel meets turbulence,
It can create chaos and a erupt disturbance.
Do we fight the storm, or continue our flight?
Maybe we need ground.
To take a break, and get our bearings down.
When our head is in the clouds
And we don’t know what to do,
Sometimes it’s best to rest rather than move.
The clouds do fade,
The rain doesn’t stay,
Although we might wish things could change,
Good things do come to those who wait.
We are still the Pilots this Plane
Even if our forecast tells there will be wells of pain.
If not alone, then together we will weather
any atmospheric pressure that comes our way.
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