Through the air, I drop
Below I see the shattered remains of life
Toward the solid ground, time seemed to move in slow motion
Beside me, other silhouetted figures plummet to their ultimate doom
Around me, shrill screams and the whistling wind shoot
Across the air like bullets, never stopping
Up above is where we used to live
Before we were forcefully drawn out, shoved from our home
Upon the ground we lie, our wings spread behind us as we savor our final breath.
