The sun is setting
its only half there
maybe it will be over
by the time its gone
Walking forward
Closing in on the edge
maybe he was wrong...
maybe he shouldnt fall...
He stopped at the edge
The wind is howling around me
a voice is heard
It sounds so heavenly
"Dont go Alex,
Dont go over the edge,
Much is waiting for you
But you must trust me"
He got to thinking
"but you must trust me"
is all he repeated to himself
over and over
Trust is a had thing to come by
and how did this voice
this heavenly voice
know what he was doing?
The next day She turned
The news on
and was horrified
by what she saw
He didnt believe her
he walked off the edge
he couldnt take the pressure
that the world has been giving
Hes gone now
Just a stain on the floor
When the new sun sets
Hell be forgotten like the rest.
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Damn. I think I missed this one when you first posted it or something..
It's beautiful.
Alex, you'll never be forgotten. Maybe we are all just insignificant specks of dust on the shelf of life, but you will always be a pretty good sized dust bunny on MY shelf of life.
If that makes any sense. You won't be forgotten, no matter what.
It saddens me to see that you thought like this at one time...
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you'll never be forgotten...
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