My Death

My death would make many smile

Only a few would cry

But many more would smile

Because I was the worst thing in there life

so I should end my life now

so they all can smile

there life would be better

without my help they think they need

the gun would be to quick

they would rather have me suffer

so a knife would be better

but the few that would cry cross my mind

and the thought of them stop the blade from preicing the skin

but the will of the one that would rather have me dead keeps the blade trying

them from out of the blue a hand stops the blade

i guess the lord is giving me a sign

telling me that i am need 

that my time has not come

he shows me the one that needs me

and what is to come 

so i keep on lifing 

hoping that what i saw well

really be true

She alway seems to be there