How do they feel?
I always wonder.
Standing up high,
looking down far below the ground,
Do they hear any sounds?
What do they ever think about?
I always wonder.
When they jump, do they scream?
Or do they just close their eyes,
And let their thoughts fly?
Do they feel scared?
Do they think about their loved ones?
Do they ever want to fly back up?
Do their pain end when they fly?
I wouldn’t know,
I wouldn’t want to know,
Because i don’t have the courage to try,
So I’ll just pray, because tomorrow is still another day.
I won’t ever be one of those who fly.
