You say that you can’t go on, that it all feels too much . . .
Shall I agree that this is the only way, that nothing will ever improve?
Shall I grant you permission, or solace, or your need for forgiveness?
Shall I give you leave to end your life upon this Earth?
No, that I will not do.
Shall I sing a song of tear-cried rivers from anguished souls left behind?
Shall I tell you of my angry heart that rages against allowing your light to die?
Or, shall I fight for you, and with you until the day you draw your last breath?
Oh, yes, THAT I will do.