‘Skydiving’
‘Skydiving’ Up, Up, Up & away We travel through clouds on a bright sunny day, Climbing up high, above 5000 feet The wind rushing past us & cooling the heat. ‘Stand by’ engines ‘cut’, We hear someone shout As you slide to the back And hear, ‘ready? Feet out’. Sheer terror, blood curdling A... Sign in to see full entry.