A zealous gust, feathers a-ruffling;
Eyes closed in silence, listening.
Whispers of life, yet far from realising
We're all but one, no matter where we're flying.
Looking below, a depthless abyss.
Memories of the sun's soft, warm kiss...
We take the fall, drop into a glide and miss
Traps and thorns revealing nostalgic vivids...