Suicide Rock
Standing at the edge of Suicide Rock
Looking over the edge your mind wanders
How many have taken the final leap?
Did they feel that there was no hope?
Maybe they were hungry
Maybe they lost their freedom to choose
They thought that there was no other way
The winds off of the ocean still carry their screams
The coldness reflects the pain their bodies felt
Even the rain is only the tears of their sadness
It is so hard to look over the edge
There is something pulling you over
Wanting you to fly into the air
Needing you to fall to your death
It is so hard to resist
Almost impossible to step away from the edge
Still people travel to the rock
They take their children to play beneath
They take pictures over the edge
Looking for the blood of those who made the choice
People still take their lives at the edge of Suicide Rock
They still fall to a painful, bloody death
And still the people laugh and play
They do not think about what has taken place
They do not care about the spirits that surround them
They simply want to eat and play
Nothing more, nothing less
Until the next person falls to their death
And then they will notice
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