The firs started small, as they often do
some brave souls tried to walk on through;
the fire devoured them before my eye
it turned to me, I was next to die.

This high-rise offers no solution
I cling to hope & a resolution
looking right out the window
I see the pavement below.

The sky has left me bewitched
I see that heaven & hell have switched
as blazing as what lies behind
to go up, I go down, in my mind.

Release the latch, feel the wind
knowing I won't feel again.
Step off the ledge, to the ground I fly
the disgraced angel awaits me in the sky.