Bed time story

You know your mother said

Never look back, when you leave

Better to die on the run

Then mortify

Fly high throught the sky

Look at people on the run

Try to show them slowing down

Before they die, fly high!

But now you're back on ground

Look at people on the street

Still walkin deadly pace

Out of their minds

Try hard to show them now

Their life has just begun

When they try to rest their feet

Open their eyes, flight high