• The sky was getting darker and darker as I stared up at the sky
    The only thing I could think of at this time was why
    Why had I done what I did?
    Who was I to make that choice, I couldn't believe what was going on.
    Had I just ended someones life?
    Am I going to be judged now.
    No this can't be, in the process of ending someone's life
    I saved another person.
    This can't make me a murderer. I should be a hero for this
    The people should praise me as I walk down the streets with my head held high.
    Little boys and little girls should run up to me and ask for my autograph
    The should look at me and tell their parents "I want to be just like him"
    The world should thank me, but this little girl.
    This poor child I hold in my hand, she will do no such thing
    She will hate me, I am the one who killed her mother.
    She will resent me for a time and blame me.
    I saved the child..but ended a life.
    I shall leave the girl here, with this note, and jump down there
    To try and see if her mother is alive, the chances are slim.
    But if I live, then I can look for the mother, because maybe.
    Just maybe...I won't be the only one.