Looking down on the tops,
Of buildings in the city.
People surfing in flip flops,
All so itty bitty.

Then the Lake of Salt in Utah,
And the Rockies' peaks.
Below us people never saw,
Our small gasoline leak.

We were almost down to earth,
in Penn's chocolate town.
When the plane's strong girth,
Burst and then went crashing down.

Then flames engulfed the engines first,
The wings were next to burn.
The people all around me cursed,
As my stomach began to churn.

I could feel the flames fast falling,
Popping filled my ears.
The stranger next to me was calling,
A daughter who was in tears.

He didn't know how to tell
a young girl he wouldn't be back.
I watched him closely as we fell.
He looked to me and said, "I'm Jack."

My last thought before the chaos,
Was that this man was kind.
Amid a world of dread lay us.
But to it, Jack was blind.