The Observer

Standing on the edge of the mountain,
Looking at those who pass by my place,
I see things going on in life,
Yet, I am here, an observer no more.

Life has never done her good,
Always standing in her way,
She tries to run but where too?
Is this the life we all choose?

He stands by the building,
A needle in his right arm,
Injecting himself with drugs,
Escaping to the realm of fantasy.

They go day in and day out,
Looking for their next victims,
They are known for the violence,
But did anyone see why they are there.

I stand by the mountain,
Hands behind my back,
For how could someone like me?
Change the fate the world has bestowed upon these souls.

She survived numerous hardships,
A fallen angel, wings so black,
She has given up on everyone,
But yet, she still survives

He stopped his drugs,
For they cannot make him escape,
Time and time the bruises grow old,
But yet, he still survives.

They have come from the underground,
To consume those who are in the light,
Why would they be the only ones in the darkness?
Yet, one of them still survives.

Looking at how the world has turned,
I see bitterest of enemies turn friend,
And the dearest of friends, turn enemies,
Yet, they survive.

She looks upon her father,
Begging him to give her another chance,
Yet he responds to her,
With an arranged marriage of his will.

Torn to pieces,
Between the dead and the living,
His only way out,
Was through a rope around his neck.

They never knew why,
They were the only ones alive,
But they continued their pursuit,
To happiness on the other side.

I stand upon the mountain,
Looking at the hardships of the world,
So much bitterness and hatred,
Do they really want to die?

I never knew why,
She always cried at night,
Now she tells me her story,
Up here by my side.

He came in later,
Killed by the very person,
Who he loved the most,
He asks the girl, was she killed too.

Their plan backfired on them,
They all came in here,
Now we're all together,
Sharing the same fate as the world.

Observers on the world,
Up here on the mountain,
Now we all know why?
We were born to die.