| Broken
upon a building's roof i stand
his final letter in my hand
the wind is cold and cuts like glass
but i don't care this day's my last.
is it night or is it day
in my grief i can not say
i try to jump but then i fail
once more i try to step back to the rail
i asked for love and i got pain
all my efforts done in vain
i look up to the sky and see
a cruel God laughing at me.
i try so hard to be strong
but once more i don't belong
i realize that my tears fall softly to the ground
i ask why and hear not a sound
now my heart is really ripped
i just wait for the wind to gently sing me to sleep. |