Don’t me!

The trilling sound of the world

The warbling noise of lives being sold

For as little as a pennyworth,

A modicum of one sort.

But it’s a priceless breath fluttered with a beat

Of an invaluable heart that sounds within.

So suicide, don’t me!

‘Cause my life is in the hands of my King.

You will never solve me a thing,

So life, let me be!

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