Deadly cold the westwind blows
Through the dark streets of the town.
Fast forgotten are the woes
Of the ones who've fallen down.

On a building in the sky
She is sitting, still and weary.
Not a shiver not a cry.
Night is cold and night is scary.

With her rope firmly attatched,
To the cantilever roof
Checks again if rope is latched -
She can do it, she will prove.

Step for step she's climbing down,
Holding tightly to the rope,
Glancing with the darkest frown.
Still there is a little hope.

Wind is blowing strong and stronger,
Rain is falling from the sky,
She can't take it any longer.
Will she live or will she die?

Sun is rising up so slow
And she is still hanging there.
Would've been better not to go.
But nobody there does care.

Frozen hangs she outsides there,
Can not move, can only stay.
Big, green eyes are watching her,
Look a while and look away.

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