The Victims of Suicide
Can you hear their cries? Each minute another
will die. Graveyards are filling up; all the
victims of suicide.
Once a man was loved; betrayed by his girlfriend.
She promised to never leave him; another promise
broken again.
He no longer takes the pain so he makes his move
today. With a gun in hand he shoots...he just took
his life away.
This story here is true, a broken man who just
gave up. I wished it all but fiction, so sad it's
not made up.
Instead of fighting the pain, he chose another
route. Instead of fighting the pain, he chose
the easy way out.
They're jumping off the bridge. They're slitting
their own wrist. They're shooting themselves
dead. Now what is wrong with this?
They hang, burn, shoot, stab and injure
themselves too. They believe that voice
that says, "Give it up, you are through."
I know just how it feels. You just want to
give up. Your heart wants you to fight, but
your flesh just says, "Enough!"
Life can be so hard. You often cry in bed.
Instead of facing the day, you'd rather give
up instead.
Death stares at you often. You feel the fear
inside. Instead of standing up to it you often
run and hide.
A loved one has left you? In your dreams it
do haunt. Look up, there is a sea and you'll
catch any fish you want!
Begin to read the Scriptures; they'll renew your
life. There are power in the words, so pull it
close and hold on tight.
So I know you can do it, if only you believe.
Just take back your life. Your soul you shall
redeem.
Can you hear their cries? Each minute another will
die. Graveyards are filling up. Don't be a victim
of suicide.
For them I sigh
For them I cry
In their graves they do lie.
Said it once
Say it again
Don't be a victim of suicide.
Copyright © Jarid Miller | Year Posted 2010
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