I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I’m sorry I can’t give you everything.
I’m sorry I can’t be there all of the time.
But most of all, I’m sorry I ever
Tried anything for you…
Crystalline drops of sorrow and rage
Forever flow until there is
The bitter and cold emptiness
Inside with nothing to
Replace what has been lost…
The pit is near and once one
Jumps there’s no turning back.
What awaits at the bottom?
Death or solitude?
Time to make a choice: face truth or run?
Won’t sing or breath is stolen.
All is calm as the wind caresses ones soul.
Can only wait for the soil
And listen to songs of everyone on the ledge watching.