Dedicated to all who campaign against and affected by suicide.
Life started anew. Friends, drinks, the odd joke. Girls and boys fall in and out The neck begins to choke.
Blocked ears and mind The eyes lack soul. People cry and wonder: “Will we die old?”
One day a call will come All that will be said Is an apology, and “He is dead”
I will be there at your grave Wishing you were here To see your 21 Gun Salute. A gun for every year.