Great Heights
The great heights of my life,
Shouldn't be about last night,
Cause tonight will be my last night to fly...
The phobia of flying makes me cry,
Cause tonight I can't lie.
All I can do is sigh and let the night ride go by.
Soon the moon will let my eyes reside,
And let the tide come in,
But my heart will still feel like a ton when the night lights look back at me.
But to you,
All you can see,
Is a night to believe;
About the great heights,
And late nights;
The phobia of leaving though,
Will come with you when you get low...
-Peter H.
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