Eyes red, dried tears on her cheeks;
On the roof she sits with pen and paper
Describing the beauty of the street lights
The sound of the rustling trees
And her inability to take in so much beauty.
She stands silent, fifteen feet above ground
Oh God she feels alone with her thoughts.
She is overwhelmed with feelings.
She’s gonna leave life the first chance she gets.
Oh God on the edge of life or death
A letter she vigorously wrote stained with tears
Sat on her windowsill and fluttered on the ground alongside her.