Crucifix
A field, so clean
So serene, come here
I viewed, as we stand
Stands a cross, standing there
Your hand, I took
We stand, at the foot
I gazed, in your eyes
Replied, one must die
I tied my hands
As you watched standing there
You smiled at my face
I smile, knew it was fake
A lost, space in time
While you lived, I died
You chose your fate
You chose, a mistake
You come, again
This time, with a friend
You saw, looked away
While I hang, Blood in my face
I tied my hands
As you were standing there
Could you look at my face?
You can’t, it was fate
You held, my hand
As I fell, off the ledge
You looked, said “no”
But you knew, I must go.
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