Out the window ocean blue
Land below unfamiliar and new
To the left people sleeping
On the right young children weeping
Claustrophobic, three thousand feet up
Cannot breathe and out of luck
Mile by mile, inch by inch
With ev’ry turn, can’t help but flinch
Three more hours till we reach the land
Eight hours since American sand
Lights below white on black
Voices announce we’re right on track
Eyes are burning from lack of sleep
Tired and hungry, I feel weak
We’ve gone a great distance, but just how far?
What time is it where we are?
Now we’ve made it there to here
Eleven hours spent in fear
Safely we made it together
To the land of murky weather
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