To whom may wish my death,

I ask of you one request.
Take me to the edge of a cliff,
Where land and sea's, and windy breeze,
Sing together silent harmonies.

There I stand staring at the sunset,
Peacefully breathing, embracing my death.
As I take my first step,
You fiercely push me over the edge.

I'm finally free falling,
as the sun slowly sets,
As I draw my last breath,
The image of a perfect world, is
Imprinted in my eyes.