The Soul of Suicide
The wind swept through the trees.
While this soul slept in the eaves.
The rain fell from the skies.
While this soul's tears fell from her eyes.
This same house in which she sleeps
is the same house in which she weeps.
A lonely mansion on the hill.
Is the one that took her soul to kill.
A life to which no-one knows.
Haunted within her shadow glows.
To exist this way so very long.
She knows within that she was wrong.
Her life she took for love's sweet song.
Will play in her heart from this moment on.
So listen closely one and all.
To this soul tip toeing down the hall.
She may be there and then she's gone
But she knows her soul will stand-alone.
Against all times in which she shall tread.
Because she chose a life to be dead.
Should she take her heart to mend.
Before the one who's rules don't bend.
And pray that he will let it slide
so her soul will pass to the other side.
And now you hear this soul's cries.
So many souls that never rise.
It's not as if she really lied.
This soul chose suicide.
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