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