I hear her echo through the solid walls
Yelling as the sunset falls
Looking for her I found thoughts
Searching for a life that's not distraught
Praying and cursing mixed into one
As she grabs for the loaded gun
But something stops her
A whisper or a word
A breeze or a linger
The voice froze her little finger
The tears stop and she begins to tremble
Moving the weapon from her temple
She sits back into her chair
And wonders why life's unfair
Then He spoke,
His voice filled the rooms
It filled her ears and her heart
And He promised her a new start
He gave her a look
And her world shook
He put her in a place
Where once she was took
She thanks him,
For giving her a life
That doesn't rely on a knife.
