Keep Holding On: My Plea Against Suicide
Hold up, girl, what are you doing?
What is this that I am viewing?
You have that gun pressed to your head.
And you wish that you were dead.
Hold up, man, what will you do?
What they say is totally untrue.
You aren’t stupid, ugly or bad.
Please don’t be angry or upset or sad.
Come on, girl, put down that knife.
I know you want to end your life.
Brother, please put down the pot.
This isn’t how happiness is bought.
My friend, please don’t swallow those pills
Is this worth all those hospital bills?
When life’s going wrong and it seems a mess.
And you are under all of that stress.
Don’t reach for those objects to cause pain.
Even if happiness is so hard to attain.
See, sometimes life isn’t what we expect.
And happiness is hard to detect.
But look for the rainbow, look up high
After the rain has fallen from the sky.
Life isn’t always so bad and wrong.
You have time to find where you belong.
Life’s a travel, you have to find your path.
But occasionally you will be filled with wrath.
People will try to stand in your way.
Sometimes from the path, you may stray.
But that path will always be laid at your feet.
And all these demons, I know you’ll beat.
So please, girl, keep holding on.
Look for the light at the dawn.
Come on, man, show them what you’re really about.
Keep yourself strong and stout.
I’ll take your hand and be your guide.
Please, this is my plea against suicide.