One cold December night,
when the plane set in flight,
when the propellers set in motion,
and the caption had no notion,
of what the weather would bring,
of how the angels would sing,
when the rain began to fall,
the captain could see nothing at all,
the mountain stood in it's place,
i saw the fear on his face,
then the wing fall to the ground,
next the bodies were to be found,
people lay in hospital beds,
hundreds found to be dead,
families left sad and distraught,
and of that very thought,
of what happened on that night,
when the plane set in flight.