Feeling the air rush against my skin,
I fall to the ground.
It grabs my ankle,
pulling me to the dark side.
I pull away, reaching for the light.
Running to what I see, I say.
"The line ends at the road."
I hear the screams of the innocent.
Turning my back, I look to eternal life. The last gasp of air I take,
pulls me down to my feet.
So close, yet I feel far away.
I'm stuck between good and evil.
Forever I will wait patently thinking,
"The line ends at the road."
