While I listen I creep up behind this poor man,
As I reach him he's just finished sobbing his plan.
I watch as he lowers his hand to his pocket,
He draws out a gun with a thumb he does cock it.
Raising it calm he takes aim towards his head,
I'm decided behind him 'he won't end up dead.'
Quick as I can without thought or delay,
I grab the man's gun and toss it away.
He turns looking back with his eyes full of tears,
But I am not there as his vision it clears.
He sits there alone for a while and I view,
As he looks to the moon and thinks his life through.
The man is still sitting as the Sun does its rise,
But soon follows suit starting off a fresh life.
The new day begun I now walk into town,
With the sun at my back on my face rest a frown.
No matter how many I help to be free,
There's always that loneliness deep within me.
I shake my head clear of these dark useless thoughts,
There's a new victim now in the shadows near lost.
As I walk down the path on the street to my right,
Stands a girl with a rose in her hair golden white.
She seems not to see me or any other,
It looks as she's blind black shades eyes covered.
But still talks wise and wonderfully sings,
And her beauty is greater than all other things.
So why have I found her and why does she glow,
What is to happen and why don't I know?
There is always a reason and always a rhyme,
But not in this case.
