My days are so dark they make an alley seem bright
Is it past 12 when there ain’t no stars in the night
Man has flushed all beauty, and beauty in all
Now I stand on this cliff getting ready to fall
I’m afraid of heights but I still look down
No river, no water, and no life to be found
Still I used this rope they call “lie”
To get down safely ’cause I’m not gonna die
Not yet. Not now, not until I find truth
but this rope is running too long
And it seems as though it runs after you

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.