Airplanes Fly Over Me

Airplanes fly over me, catch—if  you can

I feel the air on my cheek

Free as a bird—ready—make  a mark on the world

Airplane fly over me

Tell me what you see

Just the wide open sea, blue as the eyes looking at me know

I’ve seen everything up in the air

I’ve tasted food from all over the world

Airplane fly over me

I feel peace when I am up in the air with you.

It’s you and I ready to explore, unafraid of what we may see

Airplane fly over me, it’s our last time to see the world.

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