When the lights go out, when the hopes fail.
The man goes out, ready to give up.
Up to a tree, he walks with god
He carries a rope, his brain is now numb
He stopped, and looked back at his past
So many great things, abundant great times
The future could hold the same as well
It's secrets, mysteries he can still unveil
Rope's on the floor, just like his knees
Shouts his heart out, he knows that heaven hears
But sometimes it really is just time
To give it all up, to end your own life
Next morning was cold, in that winter season
But that corpse had a smile, that soul had found freedom
