High above the world,
Sitting, working hard,
Looking toward the sky,
What is that coming toward us,
Silver plane, pack full of people,
Going fast, coming for us,
Panic, must escape,
But time had run out,
God, please help us all.

A horrible quake,
Now an explosion,
Flames, smoke everywhere,
Grab a chair, smash the window,
Must breath, must find a way out,
Looking around, horrified,
The fires from hell,
No where to run too,
No chance to survive.