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.