We’d breathe in the thin fresh air,
We’d make some silly pact or say some silly things,
hopefully we’d be there for the same reasons.
Take my hand before we jump,
I know you don’t fear the jump and you know I know that,
I don’t want you to fear holding my hand either.
The ground is so far down, we cannot see it
Everyone said don’t come here, but since when did we listen to anyone?
They said we would never fly, but how would we know if we never try?
But if we do jump, and we don’t fly,
Remember I asked you to give me your hand?
I won’t let it go,
I promise I won’t let it go.
And if we do hit the ground,
Well, you won’t be hitting it, cos you’ll land on me, so don’t worry about that.
I think we’ll fly though.
‘Greatness was never your usual’.
