High atop a grass skirt hill A young woman casts her view Out across mountains below Clouds to drift her sight askew Tight she grips the cold railing Cool breeze brushes her face Her lover lies out in the night She strains to see that place Down below, in drab brick home The piano plays its tired rill Up he stares, over the rise Perched in the window sill His girlfriend's up there, this he knows But she is not alone Cannon fire, severed veins He sighs a painful moan His fingers pressed on the pane He whispers a final line, I've lived my dreams, these past twelve years, But all things crumble with time. With that, his hand is raised Beside his head the trigger, To life, he laughs, cracking a smile To life, he laughs, Go figure... With the shot, heard two floors up The lone boy nearly falls Clutching tight, he leans forward This will show these hallowed halls. The rooftop's pale, this stale night He sees the ground below A new formed tears brings him joy A sense he does not know No one cares, not even he If he should live or die To life, he laughed, and smiled Then spread his wings to fly High atop a grass skirt hill A young woman casts her view To watch the flightless youth's last stand Funny, things that people do The moonlight fades overhead The night seems to prevail To life, she laughs, as she stands Then heads off down the trail To life, she says again, to see Behind the blood, the moon grows bigger Her lover strides, up from that place To life, she laughs, Go figure... 9/25/98Birth sign: Leo
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