Now I ponder and wonder why
A man thinks best to take his life
Thinks to end his conscience' strife
His hopeless fingers grip the knife

There is no love to make him thrive
It hurts to breath; to be alive
He's lost his faith, he's lost his drive
It is not worth the pain to strive

It's become a matter of time
Because of this he starts the climb
From conscience to justify crime
But then he hears a quiet rhyme

You're not alone these days so long
To take your life would be a wrong
So heed this simple little song
I've pulled you from this hopeless throng

An image of a dismal mound
A stone with angels carved around
Weeping has made a bitter sound
He let the knife fall to the ground

Suicide is the crowning act
Of selfishness, this is a fact
It was his faith which he had lacked
Now rightfully he did react

This life he'll turn and make amend
Now upwards does his praise ascend
Never alone, no, to the end
As he goes on with hope and Friend