It isn’t right, please sir! think about what it is you wish to do,

Stop for just a moment and listen to me, you owe it to yourself.

Why is it you feel life is a gift you can throw back in his face,

Nothing, think hard about this, nothing is worth what you are going to do.

Everywhere, everyday there are those whom cling to life, they hold on,

Here you stand, a most pathetic man of weakness, I do understand.

Please sir, don’t do it, in an Instance you’ll be forever gone,

He already knows why you want to die, he watches as you decide.

Please sir, tell me why there’s not a thing, a purpose, loved ones that matter,

Do you not get it, you are not brave, a selfish, cowardly act you will perform.

Take hold of my hand and walk away and tomorrow we shall pray for a new day,

You know who i am, as you wanted to die, i watched you cry,

You kept asking for me to appear and make it alright,

It was up to you to save your own life.

Keith Garrett