take my hand

he raises his hand one more time

she knows what comes next, she closes her eyes

screaming, crying, pleading, no one can hear her, no one will save her.

she sees death beside her and he offers her his hand please take my hand



he sits in a alley thin and ill

so many children so lost and deserted, left to either survive or die

he closes his eyes tears on his face opens to see a dark figure in front of him

he holds out his hand please take my hand



he lays in a ditch bloody and broken

thrown from his car, run off the road by a drunk driver

so much potentail gone in a flash as he draws his final breath a dark figure appears

offers his hand please take my hand



she sits in her room the carpet red

a razor on one side a note on the other left there for whoever finds her

why must she resort to this cruel end once more the figure appears

please take my hand



he lays there, so much pain he endures

skin yellow, eyes glazed like a fish out of water ripped from this world

he led a good life cancer took that away as his suffering comes to an end the figure appears

please take my hand



on the floor passed out the bottle next to him

he has gone to far this time he has given up

he buried his pain with the bottle and buried himself as well the figure appears

please take my hand



so much death most could be prevented

but do we take the time to reconize their pain or do we keep walking on by

will you be the one to offer your hand or will you wait until death offers you his hand

please take my hand