I didn't ask to be here
Just raised with one intent.
To make a life worth living
& end at heaven again.
Where the angels fly free,
People give up their souls.
The rest on earth are digging
For the dead, the dirt holes.
Suicidal or their time to go
death continues to happen
One will never know.
The grass is never greener
On the other side as promised,
Just know that when its time to go
Your presence will be missed.
