Jul 2019
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Keep it burning, ever bright.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Even as darkness sweetly sighed
a lie of never ending plight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Though stripped of all but pride
surrender simply brings the night.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
For once your tears have dried
your dreams can come to right.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Once sacrificed, your hands are tied
and none can bring back your light.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
So soldier on, lengthen stride.
Don't end it here, without a fight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Keep it burning, ever bright.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Even as darkness sweetly sighed
a lie of never ending plight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Though stripped of all but pride
surrender simply brings the night.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
For once your tears have dried
your dreams can come to right.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Once sacrificed, your hands are tied
and none can bring back your light.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
So soldier on, lengthen stride.
Don't end it here, without a fight.
Hope's loss I can't abide.
Freedom claimed by suicide.
Suicide is the final sacrifice of freedom to despair. This is the mantra that has kept me alive more than once. As someone who values freedom of action the as the highest virtue of human kind (determinists be ******), I find the act of freely giving up what little control we have abhorrent.
