Airport drill
Airports still are my weakness;
Till death, I’ll picture you.
Meet me to soothe my sickness—
For home, and for you too.
But sadly, only bleakness
And feeling sad and blue.
May God relieve the thickness
Of what I’m going through.
Airports still are my weakness;
Till death, I’ll picture you.
Meet me to soothe my sickness—
For home, and for you too.
But sadly, only bleakness
And feeling sad and blue.
May God relieve the thickness
Of what I’m going through.