The Parachute

I'm falling, I'm falling I'm falling tight,

I'm a dreamy, dreamy kite,

My parachute has hit the ground and I am left falling down,

So I look up at the sky, to try and see what I'll leave behind,

But all I see is clouds of school,

And all I see is clouds of fools,

Please remember my voice.

Please remember my words,

I sing a song I know very well inside my falling head,

As long as I am living now, I can still follow my dream somehow,

Then I look right up at the sky, just to see what I'll leave behind,

And all I see is clouds of hate,

They form into the shape of hate.

Please remember my voice.

Please remember my words.

I'll hold my head high, until I touch the ground,

This word is chilling; well at least I made a sound,

The city seemed so beautiful to me,

No I know that's because I can't entirely see,

I'm about to hit the ground….