Whenever I fly and the plane leaves the soil,
I know I could die, but I’m reconciled
Helpless as a babe, suspended in air,
I’m not in control, I’m in God’s hands now.
If not today, then some day, for sure
When the choice is no longer mine,
When the heavens draw me in as with everyone
To revert to the centre, to cleave to the core.
At one with the world, along with the stars
When the time is right, with any luck
To pass to the other side, to sleep with the saints
And the sinners are cleansed, there’s no difference now.
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