The Falling One

What one person say when they fall to their impending doom.

I'm falling, falling, falling
In a constant spin
Oh, what a fright
Oh, how the ground
Come sneaking up
Just let it come
For only fate can tell
How this is going to
End and only how it began
Save me fly, save me bird
Come help a friend
Save me tree, the one who
Grow so tall
Let me land in your branches
Oh, so wide
Come catch me ground
With your hard hands
That dare not tell
What is my fate
Oh, so doomed
Please, just let me go
The wind that holds me
For I shall die
In the hands so hard
Goodbye fly
Goodbye bird
Goodbye tree
For I shall miss you
Goodbye world which
Holds neither truth nor lies
For I am done for