I lighten my load,
then hit lifes difficult road,
in a better mood,
with a stronger attitude.

The planes losing altitude,
we've got to lighten our load,
or we will crash,
so out goes some of our heavy stash,
along with the trash.

Out goes a ton of guilt,
that we built.
Then goes a ton of worry about sin,
that never was our friend.

NOOOOOOOOO!

don't pitch the forgiveness,
but throw the other mess,
like that ton of stress.

Straighten up and fly light,
if you have the might,
and can get past lifes programmed sight.

Or continue to fly with the group,
in the chicken coup.

Then get caught by the fox,
and put in his dinner box.

G