Is there any sense
In anything we do
Is it so stupid
Anything at all

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all

Why should people die
Shot through the head
Is there any reason
For barbaric ways

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all

Is there a just cause
For bombing towns
Is it for self ego
Or to pass away the time

Please please tell me
I know nothing
Nothing at all.

To run away
From what's inside
Will not remove
All ones doubts

One may travel
Far and wide
But cannot escape
From inner self

Stay awhile
Think what's good
Make a move
To be alright.

Falling leaves hurry to gather
at one worn headstone after another
like a funeral party uncertain where
lies the lost loved one it grieves;;

Time and wind tug on the memory
left in this absent minded cemetery
no one comes visit but weather and me
and the dead lying under the trees

have stories nobody can read.

before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?