Peace  

I’ll take a rope and tie it high,  
No time for tears, no time to cry,  
In the other end I’ll tie a noose,  
And let it drop so it hangs loose,  
Because today is the day I die,  
  
Then when around my neck, I’ll pull it tight,  
There’s no one here to hear my plight,  
Then with my foot kick away the chair,  
So my body dangles in mid-air,  
As for breath I start to fight,  
  
For something solid my feet do feel,  
Am I dreaming or is this real?  
The noose is tightening,  
But it’s not frightening,  
As the rope my breath does steal.  
  
My body stops shaking, the pain has gone,  
No more convulsions, have I done wrong?  
I don’t think so, so please don’t hate me,  
I am not dead; I’ve been set free,  
I did no wrong, I have not gone,  
I’ve finally found where I belong,  
  
No more tears, no more crying,  
No more living, no more dying,  
  
Just peace at last.