Standing on this mountain,
Listening to the pouring rain.
An overflowing fountain,
Of my own recurring pain.
I cannot see the lights now,
Of the city far below.
The freezing rain, it bites now,
As i decide which way to go.
Should I take the plunge,
Into this raging stream?
Or set myself to lunge,
From this cliff, escape this dream?
Should I have said goodbye,
When I left to come this way?
How many of them will cry,
When I don't return today?
I lie here face down in the rain,
About to take my last breath.
My mind, searing from the pain.
I stand to meet what some call, death.
Reb
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-11 10:17:28
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