When I went out to kill myself, I caught
my mind traveling to beautiful days.
Memories of my childhood, and laughter, not
the dark, lonesome times now causing decay.
For a spare second, I could not recall my purpose, my weariness, or my tool
but instead, one who's meeting with death was one they could not stall.
And shamelessly, I felt pathetic and a fool.

Banished from Heaven, I had wanted to die.
I was lost, alone, and scared, but now found
And I prayed for my Savior's forgiveness:
Thanking him for keeping my wretched soul alive.
I collapsed to my knees crying, but making no sound
And I got lost in my Confession