Under the soft moonlit sky
One heart is getting passed by
Colder than wind, he felt his shivers
Kissing the floor, he felt his feet quiver.
He stared up with eyes so sad
And wondered about the things he had
With sweaty palms, he clenched his chest
Gave one last breath before he rest.
In another life, will he be in pain?
Will all of his efforts result in vain?
Will he be sad, and miss the train?
Or it will not, and things will change?
This feels like a drama, and he is the actor
A set on the cliff, he's the deciding factor
Left with choices, to jump or not to
Still, he has no reason not to die too.
He can't rest with a feeling so temporary
And so he decided to end his agony
He lost his balance, now eaten by gravity
No one will be angry, nobody should say sorry.
