My hands can almost reach the sky
Everything beneath me looks small
Don't care what they have all said
Actions show they don't even try
Everything I am, time to fall
Maybe I'll fly up instead
Either way I know I have to sigh
God never hears my cries as I call
Stepped over the edge, I'm dead
(Ok, if I were to die, I would hope that this wouldn't be the way I would go out.)
