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Hugging me tight and saying goodbye

Next thing I know I'm flying, soaring high

Fearing the height

But loving the sight

Forget being patient for the end of the flight

The sky grows dark now

And I'm miles above

Thinking about the ones I love

I take a deep breath and close my eyes

And the turbulence slowly, reluctantly dies

My ears pop and I can barely hear a thing

I put on my music and listen to it sing

I look to my left this guy is far from sober

And the pilot radios above

That the ride is almost over

The words are keeping me sain

Just 15 more minutes and I'd be off this plane

Sooner not later we finally go down

I smile to myself I do not frown

A sudden wave of relief sweeps over me

And the ride wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be