If He Gives Up

I hope he knows that if he gives up,

It still won't be over.

He walked through the desert,

Where he became a loner.

No one to tell that he went through Hell,

Where he was taught how to burn himself.

Like a lightning on a clear day,

Like rage without a storm,

He wants to move away,

He has a car, but no road home.

In this war, he feels alone.

No one else just seems to know.

And the blades are now his sunlight,

Since the sun no longer shines.

There are countless other ways,

But he only wants to die.

He looks at the moon,

Holding secrets same as him.

The sky is only endless,

Because the end was never reached.

He walked for years and he met God,

But there was still nothing to believe.

He had a hand to touch and hold,

But nobody to keep.

He knows himself as a mistake,

I always see him as a muse.

He doesn't like what he became,

Why can't he see him like I do?

Tell me, why do his walls of crystal

Shatter, break like they weren't special?

On the last step of his road,

He can't rip his eyes off the rope.

Where children can't name old movies,

He's expected to move mountains.

He fought everything that helped him live,

Just so he could finally breathe.

I can hold him instead of death,

I can try to pay his debts.

Nothing else can warm my heart,

I just need to hear him laugh.

I hope he knows, if he gives up,

I want no other way to have.