Sticks and stones will break my bones,
And words will always hurt.
Guns and knives will end all lives,
And friends will all desert.
Once alone
We all go home
And we lose the ones we love
End is near,
Now don't you fear.
On the cliff we all reminisce
Of fates that we have wrought.
And soon we meet
Our own demise
From a simple little shove.

Me and my friend Kylee at the top. I'm the tall one.