(This isn’t the type of song normally associated with this subject, but the doors open how they open.  Day 197.. )

Well I don’t know where I will go…

You’re going down
Once flying through clouds
In a state of the art machine
Created by the biggest imagination
Created by the greatest pair of hands
Experienced turbulence
Outside forces
Doubt swirled like storm
That you couldn’t seem to rise above

Control lost like fading affection
Your grip on the wheel means nothing
Crashing is imminent

But remember
Your heart is indestructible
Though it may sink in the sea
You can always salvage it