Skydiving

Fourteen thousand feet in the sky,

Looking out from inside the plane,

Knowing there is a chance you could die,

Knowing that some think you are insane.

Arms stretched out wide as you leap,

Head first you leave the safety of the plane,

Now you know you're in deep,

You are flying, feeling no pain.

This is what it's all about.

This is what you jump for.

At this point there is no room for doubt.

You're falling towards earth at a hundred and twenty miles per hour or more.

The wind in your face, feeling free.

Through the clouds you fall

Things on the ground becoming a reality.

Time for you to make that call,

Your chute opens and your flying is done,

Now you float quietly, peacefully, down.

It seems like you are the only one,

Floating on the hem of an Angel's gown.