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Maybe it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see it through. story of a suicide pact. |
| We held hands through it all Embraced each other to the end Prepared for this day Took the steps towards the red mark on the calendar As one Together ** You were always brave Never grew nervous as the day drew closer You were ready Ready to cross the line Step over to the other side ** The day came The big red X on the calendar meeting my eyes Was I ready? Ready to hand over my will The will to pull through Or to let go * * * * We sat on the coast Staring down the sun together for the very last time Then you said you would go first You smiled with pride as you reached for your death sentence ** I laid you down in the sand The best place to rest Then I took the gun out of your hand As my hand was shaking I raised it to my head ** I placed my finger on the trigger Then began to cry I left the gun in your hand With hand over heart ** I love you. ** While you will be happy In heavenly peace with all I will stare down the sun once more. |