Denial and deceit has turned you blind,
To those willing to hear your cries.
So put down that bottle of cyanide,
It’s not too late to open your eyes.
Devil’s advocates have not cut you loose,
Sweet innocent soul lost in darkness.
Turn away from your own noose!
You are nothing less than priceless.
Death seeps and surrounds your mere presence,
Grief and torment has pushed you over the wall.
Following it will not guide you to the heavens,
Take my hand and I shall teach you to stand tall!