I am dying.
Are you too?
You silly girl,
There's no room for you.
I shall fall from up above,
But not be taken by that holy dove.
And you shan't fall, not here, not now.
That is something God will not allow.
Silly girl, he is not ready for you,
I am to die before you do.
You have your whole life ahead,
While I shall go to Hell instead.
Now I will jump, and shall be swift,
For the tide is coming in real quick.
Let me fall from these rocky bluffs,
Pray dear girl, my death not be too rough.
And what is this you are doing now?
I told you before, you are not to drown.
Stop little girl, why do you insist on falling?
I've told you before, it is for me death is calling.
Little girl, stop!
Don't.. drop..
Now here as you fall,
Your name I shall call,
"Innocence".
I am dying.
Are you too?
You silly girl,
There's no room for you.
