If these words can only be transformed into --
Arms, to give the warmest embrace.
Soft caress to touch, your wandering soul,
Trailing off, losing it's way beyond the horizon.
Healing hands, that can heal the broken hearts,
Wounded prides,
Scarred lives.
Lips, to kiss away every ounce of sadness,
Every bit of depression,
Every stubborn pain stabbing memory.
If only these words can reach your heart and feel for you..
To steal the unhappiness reflected in
your eyes,
In your every movement,
In every suicidal thoughts toying in your dying dreamland.
If only.
**It will.

You don't have to pull the trigger.

     What He has planned for you
                          is so much bigger.

                Than the lies
                     resentful whys
                      the failed tries
                                     open ended goodbyes
                                              certain persons you despise
                                         whether it's someone else
                                                            ­                                   or inside yourself,
Put that gun back on the shelf.
Until you feel empowered again,
I know your strength is nulled,
if you want that much power in your own hand,
at least take out the bullets than,
That will liberate you, won't it?
This helplessness you feel subsides,
adjust your sights correctly you will find,
down the barrel of a gun is where the enemy hides.
Now before your heart joins the loss of your mind,
Open your eyes and unwind,

unload the gun and walk away
you can save a life today

even if it's your own.