As I fall I see faces.
Half I know,
And either love them to bits,
The brumby runs with ease.
I can’t stop running with the danger do near he thinks.
He runs through a river but can’t stop to drink,
I must keep running,
We look at the night sky and say,
‘Look, it’s a shooting star,
Make a wish’.
When in fact it’s a falling star.
If god asked me 10 years ago,
If I wanted to live or die,
I would say live.
If he asked me now I would say die.