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I lay my hands down, I am finished
My creation is complete but is it perfect?
We could say we are complete but are we truly perfect?
I could write and write all day about how I could end my own life
Should I go through with it?
I could stand in the rain getting wet but should I leave?
What must have been going through thy head
I saw a ripple not a wave, I must have been dreaming
It all began so quick and ended so quick
Ocean waves will die on the shore line but the water remains
I could breathe the cold air, should I get warm?
We could do so many things but should we?
I meet many walls blocking my path, I cannot get past
I get into many things I cannot win nor can I overcome
The rain drop makes a ripple but the body makes a wave
The soul makes no noise when leaving the body
What were we all thinking?
We thought that it would be the only way out
We thought we would be in paradise once we were out of this horrid life
I was stuck in a path that ended in a wall, preventing me from seeing whats to come
It was amazing how the end was just the beginning, how wrong was I
We seem to think the one with the bigger gun is more of a man
But the man that stands with his hands behind his head, taking the bullet
That's the real man
I was stuck in a path with a wall, debating whether I should be a man and stay
Or run straight into the wall and remain hurt and in dying agony
One thing we all must see in our lives before it's to late
Is that whether the wall is made of stone or steel
All walls can be torn down
With just the right amount of life and willing to live
You can tear the wall down
My creation is complete but is it perfect?
We could say we are complete but are we truly perfect?
I could write and write all day about how I could end my own life
Should I go through with it?
I could stand in the rain getting wet but should I leave?
What must have been going through thy head
I saw a ripple not a wave, I must have been dreaming
It all began so quick and ended so quick
Ocean waves will die on the shore line but the water remains
I could breathe the cold air, should I get warm?
We could do so many things but should we?
I meet many walls blocking my path, I cannot get past
I get into many things I cannot win nor can I overcome
The rain drop makes a ripple but the body makes a wave
The soul makes no noise when leaving the body
What were we all thinking?
We thought that it would be the only way out
We thought we would be in paradise once we were out of this horrid life
I was stuck in a path that ended in a wall, preventing me from seeing whats to come
It was amazing how the end was just the beginning, how wrong was I
We seem to think the one with the bigger gun is more of a man
But the man that stands with his hands behind his head, taking the bullet
That's the real man
I was stuck in a path with a wall, debating whether I should be a man and stay
Or run straight into the wall and remain hurt and in dying agony
One thing we all must see in our lives before it's to late
Is that whether the wall is made of stone or steel
All walls can be torn down
With just the right amount of life and willing to live
You can tear the wall down
Comment and Enjoy
Suicide is not the answer, I realize that now.
You too can tear down your wall
Just believe that things will get better
Then you will survive
Suicide is not the answer, I realize that now.
You too can tear down your wall
Just believe that things will get better
Then you will survive
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