
Proud icon of our modern world
Our stratosphere explored.
She flexed her mighty muscles
While her power surged and roared.
The brakes released, she raced along
Swept by the turbines' wrath
But just ahead, a strip of metal
Lay within her path.
A tire pierced quickly explodes..
The shrapnel from the wheel
Can not be stopped by aircraft skin
Destroyed by shards of steel.
A ruptured fuel tank quickly spills
Its vapour to the air
Ignited there by hot exhaust
It streams out in a flare!
Two engines starved of fuel shut down
The hand of fate is nigh...
Her speed too fast to hope to stop..
..Too slow to reach the sky!
She struggled from the runway
And clawed to gain some height
With tongues of flame streaming behind
She seems a dismal sight.
We see a crippled aeroplane
A hundred souls inside
People with friends and goals and hopes
That now will be denied!
They looked out of the window
And saw within the frame
Their fate was written on the wind
In smoke and yellow flame.
A mile or two of struggle
And then the fatal stall
The crash to earth, and then the fire
The final smoking pall...
I watched it and the world watched too
I couldn't look away!
I fear that I will always see
The horror of that day!