I could always jump, you'd find my body in a dump.
Body broken like my soul, for its spirit no longer could hold.
I could always cry, sometimes wishing I could die.
Though the bruises always fade, in my mind they always stayed.
I could always sing, block the voices as they ring.
Loud and clear inside my head, as I'm filled with sudden dread.
But I will always hope, my body never on a rope.
I will jump and touch the ground.
I cry and sometimes frown.
I will sing my final song as hope moves me along.