Flying sky high, Falling ground low

She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die 

Then I guess it will be my last goodbye...

- Have we flown too high, too fast, where we fell as fast as we went up?Why can't we fly again? Why do we have to say down low? Do we no longer want to fly again? No longer wanting to teach to fly? 

I will always have my wings, waiting for that chance to fly up again. I want to take you on my own wings and fly without stalling.