Frayed bungie cords;

I feel the wind rushing through my eyes
falling more than terminal my hair rips and flies
I can look back up and see the base of lies
on that base too many men have died.

I am swan, I fear not the earth below
I'm falling for scores and am still so high
I can catch grasp the stone thrown from the sky.
Into my reach I feel cold base,
I hope when I reach the ground it can save me some how.
There's a pool in the bottom, I can see the ring around;
an inch too small, I will surely not drown.

To get a closer look I fall even faster than before
the air rushing over me is making my neck sore
fix me stone, blood diamond I now call my own;
the ones slain to get you, won't know the power you hold.
Fix me before I hit the ground, stop me, land me safe and sound
in that pool of water from the fountain of youth.

Am I still falling now? I'm looking around hearing air sounds;
the air in my eyes make em water and burn, 
is this stone worth the pain I invested in it, is it lesson learned?
But I'm already tasting dirt and not moving at all;
and the stone I killed for, intern kills me;
embedded in my skull, it's bleeding red and gray
now I drift into space, and I still feel no pain.