I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.

I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.

It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.

Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.

None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.

I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.

How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.

It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.

The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!