I can't see another body in a coffin
Waste down and away to nothing
I can't let that rest on my conscience
The way my best friend's did.

She was definitely a blessed soul
But as time ticks to it's toll
She decided to let everything go
But she is not forever gone.

I can't let guilt from someone's daughter,
Someone's son, someone's brother
Someone's sister, someone's father
and someone's mother, rest on my soul.

So I beg of all you poets to extend a hand
To those whose life aren't so grand
Or who believe they are against god's plan,
Extend them a hand and help them.

Even if you're not trained, a simple "hello,
You are wonderful" or "your poems are
beautiful", doesn't hurt anyone.
So please just be as nice as you can.

FOR ***** SAKES...