I hear the sirens in the background
I know I have been saved...
The wind blowing through my hair,
As i look at the sharp rocks beneath...
The pains of today.
Slowly slipping away...
Send me from my native France, (from) laying on...
And fly my flag-draped coffin to Allied England's...
Who am I?
I do not know...
I'm looking up to the sky,
With a smile on my face...
Hes gone,
oh he is gone...
Staring into space,
I focused on the pain...
Rising up into the sky,
The sun kissed her...
....such cold warmth
air rising...
Close your eyes, end your life.
Thinking tonight you will fly...
The best feeling, is feeling wanted
because then your not living for you...