"What do you think it’s like,
Up there in the clouds?”
The sailor, tying off the ropes,
Asked me, one fall,
As the sun fell below the horizon.

What’s it like, Captain?
Does heaven exist?

Is it all the priests promised?

Are you happy?
Are you alright?

I ask you now, if you can hear,

Because like the great story

An angel fell

And if they’re right,
You will rise.