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