Save me
Nothing more to do or say
No more things to sing or play
Not one more better reason
I wish the end was here for now
But fear I have to help him
Last breath last light, last sound, last smell
The end is comming near
The final choise is there
The light or the one I fear
Putting out some breath
I can hear the sound of death
How shall I commence the step
I could fly as a bird through the sky
but as well I could dangle
If everything is so simple, why is this so hard
maybe this isn't the right choise,not really smart
Only one man can help now,just one man I know
God where are you when needed
Or satan on my final tour
© Patrick Huijgens 1997
