• the sweet sound, the wisper in my ear.
    speaking softly, so i can barely hear.
    the pleas and the crys, that call out for help.
    they couldn't possibly, come from any one else.
    the screems of pain from young people dying.
    i couldn't help my self from trying.
    trying to free the soles that ache.
    but if i do my heart will break.
    the thought of ending someones life.
    i put my hand on to the knife.
    you put the knife into place.
    i'll miss the way you make my heart race.
    im afraid my dear its time to end it.
    my heart is broken, your not here to mend it.