A piece of rope tied to a tree, As you touch it, what do you see? A stretched-out neck and a resting head, That frowns no more, because it's dead? It seems to be a sign so plain: Your way out, an end to pain. Why else would you find this rope, If not to leave when you can't cope?
A piece of rope tied to a tree, As you touch it, what do I see? An old black tire built for two, Our place to swing, just me and you. Though you're tired of life's abuse, That rope has more than just one use. You decide what it will bring, An end for today or a place to swing.
(I wrote this for a friend when I was 16.)
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
