Sitting there above the fire suicide I sure desire
Not feeling guilty of my thinking for god accepts my true repenting
For gods love is not hard to acquire sitting there above a fire
I am thankful that I am living but soon ill hear the angels singing
Now I look down from the top hoping for the fire to stop
Now as I decide to jump hearing my hearts constant thump
I now can feel my stomach drop my heart is racing, racing nonstop
There I am sitting on my rump I just don’t have the nerves to jump
Right than and there I get ambition I know that death is my conviction
Half way down my life was taken for my life was not forsaken
To the gates I had admission thanks for God’s great jurisdiction
The devils wrath that day was waken remember those whose life’s were taken
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