He wanders from his suite, looking below
the distance is great between his fall
and the cold concrete below.
He see’s the dark faces walking below
where do they go in such a hurry, to
a happier end I pray?
Do they go to a loved one or run from
one who took their heart?
It isn’t written for a broken heart to
jump to meet death below on that
cold concrete that will be red.
So let me try to shower all my love this
night as I write alone and afraid how I
I can run from this, but I can’t hide.
my foolish pride stops me as alone I ponder
what the flight would be like as I soar like
a winged wounded bird to the bottom
awaiting my sudden end.
Love all the people and shower them
with it for rain only washes away the pain
for a while it cleans our souls and mends our
hearts and then we live again another day
in this naked of nights, this city of lights.
Let me watch this night go down in fire
and sinking into the sea of drowning golden
fire I burn as I look so far down to the concrete
that is my Hell.
I wish I could dance naked in the forest night and
hear the trees sing to me like old time above the
black forest tree tops so high. Let me climb the
concrete railing and try to feel the flow of the air
and the currents that takes me below on the crowning
of my demise and splatter below.
Let the fall be quick, let the soul be released, let the
heart takes flight and leaves a mark for those who may
remember me as I fall.
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