Falling and Cut

Falling and cut, the ground far The music box plays, winds blow Her words lie, untruths rein being Still dark and cold, the river flows Yet falling on, the silence holds The dancers spin, a dance in vain And it goes on, this life we’ve won The sad song sings over and over she falls like rain Where is the end? The black crash burns Reality cries, and silence calls for collision Screaming mute and the fall still clear To hit the bottom, a timeless decision?