the flight

My worries are the best of me I want to run so fast with them fast with the wind. On a empty runway Checked in my sins. To run with blazing speed then lift With a soar way up high to be seen no more Accompany to the clouds I spread my wings Telling my troubles they should expect turbulence Put your seat belts on if you wish. If I could let my worries snack on hope and sip on faith as we ride then I wouldn't get all suicide, thinking i should crash at sea My worries, troubles, sins, problems and me. Full flight I pray to reach my destination soon Where I can dump these bastards off and these baggage Instead I fly so high, looking so graceful Yet no notices me Carting around years of issues hoping to let them free