Watch Out for Falling People

One quick step and no way back
Going up not forwards
It's harder than I thought
Sixty feet as a matter of fact
To look over a bleeding city
With a camera in my hand
Telling myself this is what photographers do
Think of the ones that gave their lives
Ahh, but the outlaws don't understand
It's proof to them
No more no less
No beauty in it, just life sentences
And corpses
Yes, don't forget the corpses
I'll try to keep them out of my head
While I'm going up, look down they said
I'll let the camera flash just once
Zoomed in close on a white church steeple
There should be a warning
Caution, watch out for falling people

-Andi