First published at 22:42 UTC on February 15th, 2018.
Flying High-by Bud Johnson
Flying high,
Bright colors shine,
Leading to fanasy.
All which you can buy.
But I see the smoke it brings,
It’s burning my eyes,
I feel a loss inside,
For what was alive.
Flying high,
Stars in the sky,
Moon will rise,
Illuminate…
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Flying High-by Bud Johnson
Flying high,
Bright colors shine,
Leading to fanasy.
All which you can buy.
But I see the smoke it brings,
It’s burning my eyes,
I feel a loss inside,
For what was alive.
Flying high,
Stars in the sky,
Moon will rise,
Illuminate the sky.
But I find them hard to see,
Where would they hide,
It’s the city lights I see,
Clouding the sky.
• Traffic sights like crime,
• Neon lights that blind,
• Please take me to the sky!
1976
Copyright 2006
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