When the wind blows it whispers you name in my ear,
It tells me you cannot see through all of the fear,
As watching you is all I have left,
As my heart you riped from in my chest,
As the days go by slower every second,
As I look for something else forgotten,
It whispers to me, don't you cry,
Now all those tears you have to dry,
With nothing left but memories and hope,
My neck it will not touch this rope,
These memories will get me through,
As life is short, he whispers, what else can you do?
I told him that if life is short then what have we to loose?
I know that there are only two choices left, and one you have to choose.