We were young,

When you had

Once

Told me,

Fly

Just like

The angels do.

Real high

In the

Sky.

You always 

Wanted

To fly,

And achieve

Anything you can 

Achieve. 

You feathered

Your hair,

So it looked like

Soft, fluffy,

Angel wings.

When you had

Stood

Upon that 

Clift,

Looking down upon

Us,

What were you

Thinking?

Did you believe

We were all

Sinners

And this 

Earth

Would forever 

Remain our burning

Hell.

You jumped,

But your 

Wings,

They wouldn't hold 

You.

You fell, 

And fell,

untill you hit the

Ground.

The cold 

Hard

Ground.

Are you looking down on us now?

Regretting your

Mistakes?