I See America

Falling, I look up Pain shoots down my neck and through my body. I see the clouds shrouded by dense foliage I see a green blur as my eyes try to wash away the pain. Will I die here? I see my town, my house, my room, by bed. I see my car, my dog, my friends, my family, their faces. I remember the sandbox where I thought i could fly and the swing that was my wings. Will I die here? I see my old school, the diner where i use to work, the girl I once loved, her face. I see myself walking to the mail box the white letter with the dark stamp in my hand, my face. I see my training camp, my leutendent, those tires. Will I die here? I see the plane, the water, this land, i see the trees I see a green blur as I look up, i see the faces above me, I see their knees, the shoes, the dirt. I see boys, I see faith, I see dedication, I see pride, i see strength, I see honor, and then, i see their faces. I see America.