An illuminated clouded sky, Carefully concealed by Out stretched branches from mighty trees Swaying and groaning in the breeze. In the midst I stand alone, Still and Rigid, cold as stone. A sharp knife held firmly in my grip, I blankly watch my own blood drip. The blood runs freely from my vein, Symbolising my every pain. A tear creeps from my glassy eye; Thoughts of my dead friend as I cry. From his deep, eternal sleep, He looks down on me as I weep. For once my thoughts aren't all of him, My sorely missed, beloved Jim. Through the suffocating sorrow, I hear soft footsteps as they echo. I see his tall, thin sillhouette, Approaching closer with each step. And now I feel no more worry, For I know he's here to save me. He wraps me in his arms so tight, And now I know I'll be alright. I know I'll never again feel sorrow, I know my new life starts tomorrow. From tomorrow no more pain, I'll have him to keep me sane. I've given up sefl-inflicted pain, I swaer it, stood here in the rain. I'm still stood here as cold as stone, But I am no longer alone. Swaying hand in hand in the breeze Under the cover of the trees. Letting out a loving sigh, Under the clouded, illuminated sky.