Years ago, I worked with people
On the brink of suicide;
We went through six months of training
So to be a helpful guide
To the desperate people calling
To the hot line where I’d be;
Late at night or holidays or
Whenever they needed me
I heard people being beaten;
I heard desperate women say
They’d no gifts to give their children
On a rainy Christmas day
I know what it’s like to be there.
You can’t go on anymore;
Life seems meaningless and empty
With no future hope in store
But each life is different, special;
We all have a gift unique
But within depression’s madness
There seems nothing more to seek
So if circumstance was different
And all time I had to give;
I’d go try to help these people
See
There’s still
Good life
To live
= = = = = > Prompt
Blogger With a Cause
If your day to day responsibilities were taken care of and you could throw yourself completely behind a cause, what would it be?