First Landing: Flight
Harriet Scott Chessman, Jonathan Berger
My Lord, what a morning
My Lord, what a morning
Oh, my Lord, what a morning
When the stars begin to . . .
I always wanted to fly,
rise up like a bird,
to fly.
This cancer,
son of a bitch infantry,
moves through me.
I always wanted to fly!
They had no chance to fly.
If only I could fly out of my body,
out of this sick body,
out of my soul.
No! No, no.
Please no more!
Please let me go.
