How Could I Know?

Here is my sould flying up to the sky.
How could I know I was going to die?

My arms spread open and flying so high.
Here is my soul flying up to the sky.

I should have seen things were going awry.
How could I know I was going to die?

For, now my mouth has gone salty and dry.
Here is my soul flying up to the sky.

All I ever wanted to do was fly.
How could I know I was going to die?

I'm happier now so please do not cry.
Here is my soul flying up to the sky.
How could I know I was going to die?

By Exandra