He packed his backpack, all the tools
followed his path through mountains high
at night stars sparkled up above
by day the sun called him from the sky
he lift his head up
and he knew that now his goal;
to her to fly.

Through higher paths, through snow and rain
he kept his pace with spirit strong
until he reached the highest cliff
and with the sun he was alone

And then she whispered "one more step"
"its you and me till end of time"
and blinded by her glow he did
he knew deep down he would be fine

Winds tried their best to lift him up
the earth tried to ease it's grip
but in the end: a pool of blood
his damaged spirit; broken body part heap.

So there he lay, day and night
broken in body, spirit, mind
he prayed for death,
life turned its back on him - why not reply in kind?

And for a while the watch kept ticking
and after passing the despair
he realized he's damaged
damaged but not beyond repair