High above the city you once knew

The atmosphere appears smothered in ash, the heavens are not blue

Yet, wonder and magic are still greatly found

Amongst radiant balloons of air, floating gently around

I view this planet as it passes me by

Swaying forth and back from my perch on high

Contemplating moments from the existence I've had

Thinking to myself, maybe it's not all that bad

And I'm left feeling grateful and wonderful and grand,

That life did not happen the way I had planned.