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A girl sits at the edge of a cliff, looking over troubled waves
Quietly watching the Sunrise. It's strange for her to be alone
A little while later you walk over to her slowly
You ask her "What's the point?"
The girl doesn't look at you, no she won't face you
She simply pulls her legs in, and wraps her arms around them.
Then she whispers, in a tone less that happy
"Must there be a point in enjoying simple things in life?"
A few days later, you see the same girl, It's shocking.
She's on the roof of the tallest building in town, Looking down
You ponder for a moment, Then you walk up to her and ask
"What's the point?"
The girls raven black hair blows around her, a chilly breeze blows
She shivers and looks down at the city, Eyes searching, Observing.
She turns around slightly, Then she answers strongly and defiantly
"Must there be a point in wanting to see the world so small?"
That night you see the mysterious girl again
She's laying on the roof, Looking at the stars a far away look in her eyes.
While music beats loudly through the windows beneath her,
You ponder what she is doing..all alone on the roof
You wait a second, then slowly step towards her and once more you ask her
"What's the Point?"
This time she turns to look at you, her face is unlike anything you have seen
Her face is streaked with tears, her mouth turned into a smirk
In the same strong voice you'd heard many times before this
Each time she replied, Every time you asked, except this time It was different.
"Must there be a point in simply looking at the stars just one last time?"
You blink in Bewilderment stunned at her Question, But alas she's already disappeared.
For the next week you ask about her, But no one knows who she is.
No one knows who you're talking about, No one understands.
It was like she was never there, Like she had never existed.
Slowly, your memory begins to drain as well, and the girl is all but forgotten.
A few years later, you sit in the same place she sat the first time you met her
It had become routine, to come and watch the sunrise over the same cliff.
You hear footsteps behind you, but you ignore them for who would bother with you?
Looking over the horizon, watching the sky paint It's self in Pinks, Reds and Purples.
Until you hear the strong voice speak "What's the point?"
You turn in surprise, Behind you stands the girl.
The girl with raven hair and wise eyes, a girl who disappeared years ago.
Asking the same question you asked her. Recalling back to the first day
You smile and proceed to utter words so often spoken.
"Must there be a point in enjoying the simple joys of life?"
