Once a happy family there lived
and a happy life we led.
With much joy we enjoyed
all that life could send.
Life is short they say
once given never seen
once taken we don't see...
that next is you, next is me.
Harder to bear the loss
than to bear the sorrow
for sorrows drown in barrels
and a loved one my soul it borrows.
The barrel empty, the bottle dry
my feelings numb, my head is hi
with nothing to hide but a wreck of life.
I come to realize my soul never was mine
It belonged to my loved ones...
To those that just died.
The pain is real the choice is mine
to take command or die by my own hand.