In a windy city there stood a girl who was an airplane. Her thoughts were swarming like bumblebees. She thought, what if i dream, up a new dream. It would only be my old dreams combined and i could paint it on the walls of buildings, i could paint it on the windowpanes. And I'd be a teacher to an unruly class of students whom know not how faith can save.
The girl who was an airplane listened to music, which made her soar like the kites over the ocean waves in daylight skies, where clouds float by. And she sang, and what she sang was not heard, except for the words.
And the words were not the thing, which her soul dreamed.
No, it was a feeling.
The feeling, which was like the wind on her wings to a girl who was, an airplane.
And she spun, and she sang.
She sang this: Jesus Saves.