It’s beautiful here,
And I am now free...

Sparkling eyes,
Oh those baby blues...

Alone,
In my own personal solace...

The candle has a steady burn,
And the rope just inches away...

Pink baby blues
I sit here with a tear...

“Hold out your hands.”
A calming voice spoke...

Home,
Where is it...

I see them,
And my eyes begin to match my heart...

I wish you’d write about me,
Tell me the thoughts of your heart...

I hear the beeping form the machine,
The smells of medicine and flowers...

She wasn’t just a cat,
She saved my life you see...

Dark and dismal I feel,
As I fall to my knees...