For I Need To Be With You Poem by Thomas Plotz

Your the one, I run for
The reason I come home
My wheels aren't turning fast enough
Needing to soar high and roam
I need to fly, fly on home, to you
Stretching my legs to roam...

Let me pour, myself into a plane...
I'll fly out of the clouds
Out of the rain
Into your loving, arms again
With fire in my heart, your taste on my tongue
We will live forever, young

Out among tall pines we will stand
Needles, dropping to the sand
Helps hold the falling tears, land

The band is singing out the songs we love
Sipping in our soul
Branch poles, waving in the wind
Turning on the LP again
Making us whole

Holding each other with love
Oh love, love, and
Holding each other with Love

For I need, to be with you

T. Plotz
May,14 2015