Hanging like a Strange Fruit

I'm hanging

on the edge of the cliff

I am calling

but I know nobody would come to save me

I'm swinging

like a Strange Fruit

'til my flesh would be pecked

and torn by crows.

They would suck my blood,

and fly away.


I'm hanging like a Strange Fruit

from the tree

at the edge of the cliff

I don't even know

whom I was calling to.

I just needed some one

who comes to save my soul

when I needed it.


But I know

nobody would come to save me.

I'm still calling

hanging in the air ..

until my voice will reach someone I needed