When you get
aboard a plane, you take it in your hands
Your life, your
being, it’s all up there, all your future plans
Nowhere does it
mention that your life might be in danger
From a warhead
from the ground, while you sit next to a stranger
It was over in
a heartbeat, and your last was your last one
You only get a
set amount, and it seems that yours were done
So often this
world it is so senseless, with its killing, wars and hate
You don’t
expect to lose your life, is it that thing called fate
What if I had
missed the boarding, got stuck there on the ground
And the next
flight that I jumped upon, it might it have flown around
Out of range of
killers, who had no have a clue what they were doing
Killed hundreds
of non-combatant flyers, so far from where they were bluing
There are no
words that can express, the sorrow and the pain
Of those who
lost their loved ones, when that warhead hit that plane
Explanations
they mean nothing, excuses have no weight
Your murderous
actions are not justified, as you fight for your free state
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