Sometimes, when I look out the window
of my bus, and I see things flying by,
I think of all the things I want to do...
A jokey, vet, CSI, but one thing stands out,
a pilot. A military pilot.
I don't know what to do,
to make my bream come true.
So many people pushing me down,
and only two keeping me up.
But somehow,
I think those two will be enough,
cause their my best friends,
and I'd love them till the very end.
But theres still something I love even more,
my country.
And no matter how hard it is,
I'll fight,
I'll be a pilot,
cause it's my dream and thats enough.
 tinkr-tailr-sldr-spy · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |
