As I pass through the clouds      
Falling faster to the ground

I hear the quiet of the sky
And the noisy world where I will die

My thoughts turn to the things I've done
And the dream my life has yet to become

Fear then passes through my mind
And I think of people and places gone

But as my journey nears its end
I remember words and dreams I've left

I feel at peace in this quiet sky
And know that this is not good bye.