• I look up to the sky
    The Moon shining high
    I wonder about my life
    and if I were to die...

    A gunshot
    A rope
    A knife to the gut
    Or a slash to the throat

    Any of these
    Could end my life
    Before I could enjoy
    The Sun's new light

    Everyday is a gift
    Or so I'm told
    Maybe I'll get it
    When I'm crippled and old

    But as I stand
    looking down this spire
    I wouldn't mind
    If I expired...