from these lofty heights i hang
cawing crows, a bell tower clangs
neighbors crowd, eyes still dry
sunrise, I hold my head high

confusion spreading, there is a panic
a quiet town turning manic
searching for answers or a cause
some good news? there is a pause

a man named frank had found a clue
something small but something new
a small box covered in verses
perhaps from the bible, maybe curses

frank opened the small box with care
his skin froze, lungs gasping for air
time was still, frank couldn't move
a voice cried out with something to prove

the world is beautiful i yelled
hatred and loathing should be expelled
love those that you hold dearest
or the pain you feel will be severest

learn from what i cannot change
right actions seem somewhat strange
i judged and mocked, crippled and pummeled
in the end only i was disgruntled

find happiness in what you live for
forget the things you wish to abhor
in a whirlwind of emotion the voice fades
franks skin returns to its shade

here i hang, a symbol of hope
for all those who sit and mope
head still high i feel the breeze
finally at peace i sleep with ease