This plane’s going down in flames, and this    time there’s no black box to capture your last    words. A situation we can’t make any sense    of. Sacrifice costs all of us everything. This    is the time to turn down our heads and turn    up our hearts. There’s no scale to balance    this out. Some say may those who curse    days, curse this day. How does a man wrap    his mind around eternity, when he can’t even    explain his own composition? Don’t you see    it’s bigger than you? He sleeps in the moun-    tains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag    brings colors to shame. The earth will swal-    low the water. The clouds refill the oceans.    Old mountains will crumble, and stronger    ones will rise. This is the portrait of the    humble and broken. This plane crashed down    in flames with a man who lived, who died, to    better this world. David, rest in peace.