If life was a road, then I've come to the end.
     If not the end, then, at least, the last bend.
All that lies ahead is just cliffs and trees.
     All that's left is just begging on my knees.

I look ahead with nothing left
     But a fast run and a jump to my death.
The easy way out, I think as I run,
     Consequences of living my life of fun.

Dust in my trail as I gain speed,
     Few seconds of fright and my soul will be freed.
As sweat burns my face, a teardrop falls...
     No more talks with Dad or trips to the mall.

A young life cut short by his fear,
     The screaming silence is all I can hear.
I can see the edge through my blurry eyes,
     "Help me, someone!" a lost voice cries.

My knees so weak, not ready to leap,
     But my heart is broken, with tears I weep.
The air hits my face like a cold, bitter knife,
     For about three seconds I had a free life.

With the earth approaching, I can't turn back,
     I look toward Heaven to get what I lack.
True happiness I thought which could never be mine,
     Or a simple smile across my face which would never shine.

Where once stood a young boy with the whole world ahead,
     Lies a soul-less corpse, mangled and dead.
The end of the story cannot be told,
     For this young man never lived to be old.

Is he happy?  Who could really tell?
     Or is he still trapped in his own hell?
The easy way was all it had taken.
     His fear and tears could never be shaken.

They stayed with him all day and night.
     They consumed his hearing, mind, and sight.

Sleep well, young one...
And rest your mind.
It's over tonight,
It's all behind...