Around thirty thousand people, in the U.S.A.,
take the easy way out of life, every year,
leaving family, and friends confused,
with their eyes full of tears.
Men, women, and children of all ages,
they have to be lost, or something, they think they lack,
Some searching for attention, never realizing,
after your gone, you won't come back.
The lady I married, A friend down the street,
where I grew up, A good friends brother, I could go on,
we need, to find a way to help, anyone, before their name is another.
We will all face tough challenges, while living out our time,
Some we are better off, to walk away, We are each here for a reason, and will be notified soon enough,
when it's time to end our stay.
Tom Maxwell 12/12/2003 copyright
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