Holiday

So it's that time again where I
Ask questions of my brain
Like why do I allow myself
To get talked on to this plane

If god had meant for us to fly
Then he'd have made sure we had wings.
As I'm waiting for our runway slot
I think about these things

I know that science can explain
How something so heavy and large
Can fly at 40,000 feet
With the captain at its charge

But the fear is very real for me
And I always feel the same
What if I were to never see
My family again?

My wife and kids are with me
And that's something I suppose
But I really wish another route
To holiday we'd chose

The taxiing almost complete
The engines start to roar
If this thing wasn't locked up tight
I'd be headed for the door

So here we go, please god be kind
safely guide us on our way
Onward toward our destination
And our family holiday

Keep safe those that we love
And left at home today I pray
'Til we return in a weeks time
Be with them every day

I do this for the wife and kids
I'll enjoy it when I'm there
But god I hate the start and end
Of my holiday, in mid air!