Like a ring on a ladder
Each time I step up
The harvest grows fatter
I fear to look down
For I am confused on the matter
Of why I am up here
Oh how my thoughts scatter
A fall from up here
Would squash my corps flatter
If my end is near
To whom would it matter?
I take a deep breath
And let the tears batter
My cheeks as I jump
Body slams with a clatter
Playing children scream
For my guts go all splatter
Parents stop and look
I put a halt to their chatter
My feet crooked, broken
They no longer patter
I pray to god now
My conscious to shatter
For that is all
To me that does matter