Your Weapon Poem by I am free

'sometimes i think about how the rain falls on my life.
no matter what i do it simply cuts me like a knife.
everyday and every night it falls upon my head.
it's not so hard to think about, i might as well be dead.'

'but you don't have to go, no, you will hold your head up high.
'cause think about it honey, you do not deserve to die!
i know your life's depressing, and you never have a choice,
but you just need to speak out now!
your weapon is your voice.'