Jumping from a plane
I felt the wind tear at my limbs

Death at the bottom
I watch the ground quickly approach

Parachutes pops out
I am slowed, and I float down

I was born this way
I flew from my mothers stomach

Born far, far too early
I came wailing in an hour

Now I fall, I see
Life rushes, tears pass me, I feel

Death at the bottom
No parachute to stop my fall