Descent

    Falling, falling, falling, feeling oh so high!
    Feathers streaming past us as we happily die!
    We fly! We fly!
    Like grand eagles in the sky!
    No longer to be chained to the earth that bore us
    To meld with the sea rebelliously roaring in chorus
    Smiling we barrel through the dark ocean waters
    Sinking ever faster, on the edge conscience falters

    Beyond we sleep.
    Beyond they weep.
    The pressure around us leaches as the blood our mouth breaches,
    But our arms remain out of reach.

    Falling, falling, falling, inversely from the sky
    Bubbles streaming, we feel so very high!
    Feathers streaming bouyously, dancing as we die!
    Smiling happily, enjoying the memorial flight.