As I pass through the clouds
Falling faster to the ground
I hear the quiet of the sky
And the noisy world where I will die
My thoughts turn to the things I've done
And the dream my life has yet to become
Fear then passes through my mind
And I think of people and places gone
But as my journey nears its end
I remember words and dreams I've left
I feel at peace in this quiet sky
And know that this is not good bye.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
As I pass through the clouds
Falling faster to the ground
I hear the quiet of the sky
And the noisy world where I will die
My thoughts turn to the things I've done
And the dream my life has yet to become
Fear then passes through my mind
And I think of people and places gone
But as my journey nears its end
I remember words and dreams I've left
I feel at peace in this quiet sky
And know that this is not good bye.
Written By: M.G. Stankovich