The smell of fresh fuel
The dance of sunlight at its peak
The cheers of the crowds
The shouts of the news
History is happening
The Final Countdown is playing in my head
A smile to cover the nerves on my my face
A dream to reality after it almost perished
I hug my family who now watch from the screen
I can almost feel their tears filled with wishes of my safety
Leaking through my shoot
As if to wish a dead loved one farewell
They will still see me on my way up
Beyond the sky and past the moon
On a trip where I may not return
At times I will be 54 million, others I will be 225 million
On a cold red world where we start anew
Many question its existance, many are willing to hope aboard
I hope this is not a dream, but if so let me stay in the coma
I have always wanted to do this, and now is my chance.
I always told my family that if I was gone thy can look to the stars
My head has always been there,  it was only a matter of time before my body caught up