I Could Always


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.


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