Parachute

Falling to the plains of green and blue,
Nothing to stop me, or keep me away,
To save you from failing to survive,
A savior that no one takes notice of,
A hero that saves for nothing,
One tug on a seldom string,
One chance before you meet your end,
The air is buffeting in my face,
Then, a bubble of resistance envelopes me,
I do not regret that tough choice,
That my friend on my back helped me make,
That jump from the plane, that wish to awake,
My friend parachute and I.