Youth is on the edge of a cliff,
And on that cliff there is a monolith,
And on that great, tall monolith,
There is you….
You start down low but get to the top, and you think the joy will never stop.
But it will, it will stop,
And you don’t even know….
In the distance you hear a calling
You ignore it, for you think it is appalling,
But it’s not really appalling,
Later you will know….
Now you’re on the top of the monolith,
But now you’re pushed off the cliff,
And as you now fall down the cliff,
You wonder how it happened….
And now you’re falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
And now your calling,
Calling,
Calling,
Calling,
And now you wonder why no one hears,
Why those on the monolith send jeers,
Then you remember that you sent jeers,
To those who were falling…
To those who were calling…
Now you welcome death with open arms,
You leave life, it holds no charms,
And for the young it holds fake charms,
You hit the bottom and you’re happy…

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