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Jet Plane
I want to fight
For what should be right
But what is right
When there is wrong
And they could be the same thing
I’m strong enough
To hold my light
Covered in darkness
But that is fine
The dawn
Is white
And the highway empty
A road to up
I stand still
Waiting for
My jet plane
To fly me somewhere
Far far away
Touching ground
The wheels erode
And a crash land
Ends it all
Hello
New world
New eyes
Crumbled terrain
But I am
Standing again…
For what should be right
But what is right
When there is wrong
And they could be the same thing
I’m strong enough
To hold my light
Covered in darkness
But that is fine
The dawn
Is white
And the highway empty
A road to up
I stand still
Waiting for
My jet plane
To fly me somewhere
Far far away
Touching ground
The wheels erode
And a crash land
Ends it all
Hello
New world
New eyes
Crumbled terrain
But I am
Standing again…
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