Before you step off the ledge into Obscurity,
Please tell me a few things,
How is it that while i was watching from the ground,
That you rode away on butterflies?
And when you cried for me,
Why was I never dead?
Why was it that as I worked in the class room,
You were playing with the winds.
We were friends you said,
And I agreed.
But why do you have to go?
My friend?
To sound the drums of the end?
To step off the last stair of this world?
And go back to where you came from...
Why is it that you are leaving me?
And taking my emotions with you?