Fear
He’s my hero rock from the ground
Strong and gentle he holds my hand
My face turns pale lip starts to quiver
Knuckles turn white protrude through my skin
Remove my shoes push my toes into the floor
Start to shake when they close the large doors
The people around me, don’t seem to bat an eye
And here I am afraid to die
My seat belt so tight it cuts me into
Totally focused staring at the crew
The stranger next to me holds my hand tight
When all of a sudden the engines ignite
Tears in my eyes when we take to the sky’s
Skin in my nails blood on his hand
just as well this stranger understands
Keep apologising while we are in the air
the crew gather round they generally care
Five hours later wheels touch the ground
Thank god for that am safe and sound
Written by M. BURTON
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