Justin price "number six-teens pity" 6/4/12
As I fall down through the air
What happened is so clear
As I start to fall I began to drift
To sleep a lee endless night
I crossed the threshold
I crossed threw a unknown darkness
I began to feel a sense of loss
I cannot die for I was never alive
But that is not my keenest loss
As my sight begins to fade
As the world begins to blur
But that is not my greatest loss
It is that I shall never again see the beauty
I shall never see the trees
I shall never see the birds
I shall never see the flowers
The things I came to love
I shall never see again
To see the herds that gallop threw the fields
To see the sights
To feel the thrills
To smell the smells
To feel such sadness
To never again behold the things I came to love