The one who survived

On this day which is sunny and bright,
the feet in the mid air,
one hand holding the end of cliff,
and other gripping the rock digged out slight,
the only thought in his mind,if i could do it,
will I be the one who survive.

his car hass gone down the cliff,
and he is hanging hundreds of feet high,
his muscles cramping due to his load,
his throat ready to make a cry,
fingers piled off of thier skin,
hardness of rock showing no sypathy no shy,
out of pain and sheer anger,
all he could think, if i could do it,
will i be the one who survive.

He remembered he querrelled this morning with his father,
and had been rude which he should have never shown,
shouted on him that he don't need his advice,
he is no more kid and now he is grown,
took his car speeded it up,
had had its gear to back thrown,
with roaring engine and shouting friends,
he took the path of mountain raod.
now he regret his decision,
in anger which thrive,
now all he could think was, if i could do it,
will i be the one who survive.

I don't want to loose you son,
He suddenly remembered his father had said,
i couldn't say sorry to him,
he thought i don't want to die with this regret,
but his arm were not helping and no area to put his feet,
the cliff was too slippery as if cut straight very neat,
he tried and tried with no lucky surprise,
will he be able to do it,
will he be the one who survive.

then suddenly he remember her mother's face,
the fear in her eyes ,
when he took out his car in pace,
will she able to bear the new of her son's death,
will she able to sleep with this remorse in her bed,
O! I can't die and leave my mom alone all this sudden,
i can't make my mom cry, and leave this world with this burden,
the will to live woke up in him due to thoughts such naive,
now he knew he could do it,
he would be the one who survive.