What is life but a temporary place?

We think it’ll last forever but we won’t leave a trace

Nothing but an urn, or a grave, in a quiet place

Some leave it in honor some in disgrace,

But what happens to those who take their lives?

Using a poison, gun, or even knives

Last saw him going out for a midnight drive

Now his progeny will never thrive,

There’s a kind of silence that consumes

A sudden impression that settles over a room

Like the eeriness of an ancient tomb

Death snatches us away from the womb,

Me, I don’t know anymore

Like scavenger birds along the shore

We’re are not prepared for what comes through that door

Once the ritual blood is poured,

Holding the little one as a baby

Could he every commit suicide hardly a chance but maybe

If only he’d had the attention of ladies, ladies, ladies

Instead, feeling like a dog with rabies,

Where does the desire for life go?

When the need to have hope and love are at an all-time low?

That’s when life has lost its glow

When futility overcomes everything we know,

Taking your life, but not just from you

You took it from everyone you knew

From our memories our hearts and a sky once blue

Hard to believe it was your own life you out grew.