Touching the stars and the moon
remind me of the time in the
cornfield under the only tree
that was there.
You brought rope and wood
and made me a swing
I felt like I was flying
I felt as If we would always be together
hand in hand
But when you told me
to meet you at the tree
I was expecting something breathtaking
You certainly took my breath away
Like the life from your body
I ran back to your house
screaming for your mom, dad, someone who cared
I had to run into town because
there was no phone in this Amish Paradise
I knocked on doors vigorously but no one
would answer, the whole town was missing
I gave up
No one could help but me
So I ran back to your house and grabbed a knife.
I ran back to the tree and after cutting you down I took
the rope from you and tied it round my own neck
