Can some one stop
And listen
Or possibly lend their hand
If not the rain might not wash me away
But my tears might drown me
As I look up to the sky
I see no light
Only clouds of grey
The water is rising
Slowly sinking am I
Into the dark abiss of the unknown
To be forgotten
To fade away from
Living memory
Alone like always
Even at death
Not much has changed
Since my first few steps
I bow my head
As it is submerged underwater
Clearing my mind
Leaving it blank
But a voice I here from the sky above
A hand is reaching out
And I can not resist the urge
To reach for it.