The runaway lights
shine brightly on approach.
Fasten seat belts tight –
I’m gonna be flight coach.
As we’re making a turn
of 90 degrees roll
the yaw and pitch haven’t gone -
Lord, save our souls.
This landing gear
is our supporting point,
those who are with a fear
sit under seat belts joint, -
relax, the land’s coming
in a speedy way:
this flight isn’t charming,
I gotta here say.
The aircraft runs
into the landing speed.
Everyone falls into a trance
and ready Lord to meet.
In panic the jitterbugs
are crying loudly foul
but we’re on the tracks
to save our souls.
MAY OUR SOULS REST IN PEACE!
05.10.2021