Sunsets Of Heaven

Lonely is she
The one they take for granted
unappreciated
ridiculed and hated

An evil stare
A tug of the hair
So much despise
Secrets and lies
A bruised hip
A swollen lip
An outstretched leg
Have a nice trip...

They are the ones...
The object of her fears
The muffled cries
And dried up tears
She hates them all
She's turning numb
Anger consumes her
What will she become?

Her love is gone
She feels like it's the end
She doesn't know what to do
And there's nowhere to run
She climbs great heights
to view the bright lights
She's close to the edge
Hanging off the ledge...

Should I let go?
Or hang on to hope?
If I'm not hanging here,
Will I hang from a rope?
Should I knock on death's door?
Is there something more?
should I wait for the dawn?
Or meet the sunset of heaven
Should I listen to my fears?
By which I am driven
I must decide now...

If this won't end my pain,
will I suffer forever?
floating in purgatory
like a solitude feather
Take the cowards way out?
Or fight for my rights?

No, I think I will stay...

I'm not ready for the lights.