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!