Once a day in bed I would lay

Asking myself if this is all to life

Should I take that knife?

end it all and show the how far I fell

If you saw me about to lose my life

would you tell?

Would you save me?

I found new friend before the end 

Poetry was his name

I found my heart starting to mend

a new release was mine

one day i will be fine

Never will my spirits be low

a great story to be told

my face they will show

And my arms they will fold