Mist rises above the water
Evaporating into the sky
Tears roll down his face
And he thinks he wants to die
He has so much to live for
So much to see
But now he stands above the river
Just wanting to feel glee
It's 2:00 in the morning
There are no cars in sight
He lifts his bare foot up
In the dead of night
He swings his legs over
And shivers once or twice
But the cold will soon be over
Heaven must be nice
He takes a breath in
And plunges towards the water
Nobody sees him, except for one
His mother
She screams and drives faster
But it really is too late
Her son has been taken in the hands
Of love and hate
