by Alexi Zaitsev
"I held so close I held so tight
It burnt like coal & ran like light
Always afraid while losing its sight
Gathering power while losing my might
I was trained to treasure what is meant to spent
Preparing to settle in a vessel on rent "
Misson to Ground control
"Running on fumes I know I won't make
Give these words to who ever it may wake"
Ground Control to Mission
"I also believe in meaning , But personally find it in every smile
And if you've ever had the pleasure, lets try landing in that lake"
















