O, Dear God please take me NOW.
I cannot bear
to live somehow.
My pain has robbed me
of all hope.
I cannot find
the strength to cope.
Had I just had,
one tiny break.
My life, I would not,
want to take.
But as it stands,
I wil take no more.
I am going to close the final door!
And gather strength,
to use that knife
to end this fruitless,
broken life.

...I'm here to say,
to all who try
to choose the time,
that they will die.
These words I draw,
from days long gone,
but now I sing,
a different song.
Had I made good, on my attempts
to kill the agony
I'd never know the precious life,
that lay in store for me.

I stood before the mirror,
and I cursed the stranger there.
I watched the blood run down my arm,
I simply didn't care

This body has deceived me,
it has caused me so much pain.
And when it turned against me,
I said, "It won't breathe again..."

The night lay dark before me
as the carpet turned to red.
The agony would now be gone,
and soon I would be dead.

I thought it was a dream,
as lights and movements filled the room.
I felt my body lifting,
and prepared to meet my doom.

but suddently from far away,
came sirens loud and strong.
And from the blue, I saw his face,
my man, whom I belong.

He looked at me with grieving eyes,
with pity and such pain.
His tears rolled down like water,
as he lifted me again.

He held me in the tightest grip,
as if I'd slip away.
I won't forget the horror,
that was on his face that day.

And now I live with but a scar,
to teach me evermore.
Our bodies, they are precious gifts,
our lives are even more.