““I was only a child when I learned how to fly I wanted to touch the colors of the bleeding sun and then I fell from the sky You never saw me again not even when I returned you never noticed my broken heart or how my wings were burned But if they tell you they saw me do a swan dive off that bridge Remember I’ve always been more afraid to die than I ever was to live And on the day I disappear You’ll all forget I was ever here I’ll float around from coast to coast And sing about how you made me a ghost. —Douglas J. Blackman, “The Day I Became a Ghost” ””
