Fly (for a moment)

My head is clouded with hate.
I wish for what lies beyound the gate.
The edge is at my feet.
Though you may, I will not weep.
 
I'm falling from the sky.
The end will come, but for a moment I will fly.
I will sit on a lonely cloud.
And rip off this useless shrowd.
 
It's not the fall you fear.
It's the end that falls near.
 
The end came swift and fast.
I see the sail released from the mast.
Do not weep, do not cry.
Because for a moment I will fly.
 
Now, I'm here beyound the gate.
Here I feel no pain or hate.
And I can fly to your embrace.
And when you join, we can race.
 
Cause I fell through the sky.
And for a moment I did fly.
And The wanted end came near.
And I did not fear.