The feeling of being born to fly.
my soul resting ever so shy.
blissfully as I do not know.      
The walk of life is now  of old.
Build you up to let us down.
around the sound  has been heard round.
I say unto thy who once was me.
Wake me again tomorrow is another day.
Let me awake alone just to pretend no body knows. ( Where's the women to change this?)
Never knew Jack and therefore so.......

Michael James Cariaso