I’m here, I’m here, on top of the waves,
Being held by a cord, firm and strong.
There is nothing else that my heart quite craves
As much as being up high, where I belong.
I glide, I soar above all of the world,
Where the shards of bitterness cannot scrape me,
But suddenly, I feel my stomach curl,
And that feeling of joy escapes me.
Down, down, I plummet, screaming, straight down,
Passing by all of lightning and thunder.
Then an impact, dreadful, hits me with a pound,
And I feel myself slipping under.
The cord ‘round my waist has fallen astray—
I know it’s my fault that it ended this way.