as the sunlight peers over the distance
Silence surrounding a man called John
pistol in hand contemplating existence
damaged goods and a broken heart
kept him from falling in love again
the life he once knew is now falling apart
in the breathtaking view of his "rocky mountain"
the sun rises a little more to shine upon his face
almost to tell him every things all right
a solemn tear trickles from it's place
He feels he no longer has to fight
The suns almost up now he thinks in his head
The time has come and it feels so right.
He now realizes he is better off dead
raising the gun to him temple and mumbles "good night"
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