He returns to the same place,
Everyday after school,
to let his thoughts invade him
He let’s his thoughts invade him
He returns to the same place,
To think about it all
Dark blanket pulled over his eyes,
Waiting for it to turn white
He’s always in this same place
fists clenched around the bars
arms stretched and body held high
Above the thousand cars.
He feels a hand on his back
that pushes him away
into the emptiness
into the nothingness
He feels a second hand
that grabs onto his arm
pulls him back of the edge
the blanket rises from his face.
I can’t help but wander,
what would have happened if we didn’t turn up that evening ?
He had been returning to that same place
at that same time for so many years now.
We all knew his intentions he was finaly ready to let himself go.
I mean i saw it with my own eyes,
I saw the earth begin to crumble beneath his shoes,
and how blind he was, and how this meant nothing to him.
He had been squeezed and drained of his gost,
that just hovered over his head like a thick dark cloud.
I pulled him back of the edge, i took him aside and i said :
get a hold of yourself, what do you think you’re doing ?
get a hold of yourself, did you really think this through ?
get a hold of yourself boy, get a hold of yourself.
But the acidity of life kept driving into his brain
rendering him careless and his days so mundane
Cause we live then we die and we try to leave a trace,
but we’re each another soul among a damaged human race.
I could not have let him go, i pulled him back with all my strength,
no i could not have let him go, i pulled him back, i pulled him back,
and i’m overwhelmed with guilt, i sometimes will agree,
but what’s more meaningful than human empathy ?
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