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BOMB BAY

I shouldn’t have taken off
With such Bravado
Fuel is plenty
When you are twenty

Our bombs are dropped away
We have closed the bomb bay
I see the shore line
My engines are not fine

I want to dine
I need some wine
I want to sleep
But the water is deep

I am still a youth
That’s the truth
I still say
I want to live another day

How old should one be to die?
I would rather fly
I need more fuel
Not this duel
With death

If we make it
I will tell my kids
You were a few drops
Of gas away
From never seeing this day

The young have not wisdom
They are driven
By futile forces
Learning to pray

That is what I will say
I prayed that day
That I’d see you today
And teach you to pray 

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