There's an airport in my heart
Where I stand in the terminal
waiting on your flight to come in
so I can kiss you just the way I did
when you boarded.

When I was little
A voice in my head....................said

“there’s a monster underneath you'r bed”

Not liking the fear that it gave
A part of me was it's slave

I needed to be brave
Look it right in the eye's

It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront

Eye’s closed
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after three
There was nothing there to see.

A vision of the land I see
Where trees stand tall and true,
Bluebells spread and grew,
Birds on branches nesting
warm winds take them on the wing
Any ear would hear them sing

Waking  

Will my dream come to pass?

The Wings of a black bird curves,
As he’s deterred by the winds resistance
Contemplating its exist, but his will to go on is persistent
You see, he doesn't know what’s to gain
Or if he’ll find truth in those old sayings
Disputing myths and pointing out counterfeits
Depicting things in the distance, like he has a sixth sense
Reading the fine print on prescriptions,
Vulture’s find their addictions from the God’s
Because they have plenty of victims.
More than ****** or *******, Crack is wack, Mary Jane causes no pain
Medicines that aren't natural **** humans like its casual
Causalities building faster than the words of Socrates
The FAD of the F.D.A. approving poison as food like aspartame.
Preachers teaching blasphemy, Reading scriptures inaccurately,
Tickling the ears of those that pay a dollar to hear
That Jesus is coming there’s nothing to fear
So they believe they’ll be long gone before destruction is near
Death is at the door, but evolution is around the corner
The revolution will have to hold them
No true solution to control them
You see we are the caged beings
They lock our brains in
Books of lies, and entertaining T.V.