Cold,cold
Torn up,let down
Alone, alone,
Sitting here you frown

You say to yourself,
Why, why?
And sitting here,
Alone you cry

No! No!
You want to scream
But then again,
What would it mean?

Cry cry
You're here alone
By yourself,
In your room

Knife in hand,
Blade on flesh,
Don't you stop
To think of death

Go,go
Your mind speaks
But this is not
Relief you seek.

Too late you hear
A friendly voice
No way back,
You made the choice.

You cry again
The voice is there
So suddenly,
You stop and stare

He looks so kind
You want to trust
In him and then
You know you must

He takes your hand
He comforts you
He helps you learn
What you should do

You cry again,
In his arms
He protects you
Safe and warm

So Finally
Your anger's gone
You thank him for
What he has done

You see him smile
And shake his head
You wake, astonished
In your bed

You look around,
You're breathing hard
And on the chair
You see a card

"Please remember
These things tonight
And they will help you
Win the fight."

"The fight?" you ask
Confused of now
But then you stop
And think of how

You smile and then
Thank him again
Close your eyes,
And go back to bed.

Fin