Waiting To Die

Alone upon a swing she sits, Amidst the clouds of sky; Above the earth, she stays so high, Wondering to live or die. Her swing has ceased its movements now; Her anguished heart is still; She pined all life for care and love, And now seems very ill. The swings near-by have stopped as well; All jumped and fell to death; Her sorrow goads her down to hell, Why did she have her birth? She longed to have a pleasant life But things brought her to gloom; She lacked the heart to face her strife, That brought her to life’s doom!