Imagine if You Will

Imagine if you will,

A house filled with light,

Small candles everywhere,

Making each room bright.

Each candle is important,

It lights its own spot,

If you loose one,

It will appear as a nasty blot.

The only point of the house,

Is to hold the candles close,

So that they keep each other warm,

All in good company, I s'pose.

As soon as one goes out,

the room loses a little flair,

Another will come up somewhere else,

But without quite the same air.

Each little candle is itself,

In the sense that it is unique,

If a candle goes out,

It can't be relit; this is quite bleak.

All candles must eventually burn out,

This is sad and true,

But there is a time for this to happen,

Don't let it worry you.

Be far more worried about those,

Who decide it isn't worth it,

They take a knife to themselves,

And cut a terrible split.

Their wax drains away,

The wick slowly fades,

The candle can be no more;

Its last song was one of blades.

The candle will surely die,

It is a loss that the others must bare,

To see one of them cut away,

To see it lose its air.

The others will carry the weight,

Thinking they could have done more,

But ultimately it is your choice,

To walk through Death's Door.

Nothing can stop you,

these are just words.

But I would have you listen,

To these feeble snowbirds.

They are trying to help,

Please drop the knife,

Step down from the ledge,

Flush those pills, and live your life.

It will be a great loss,

If your candle dies,

Who will sit with me,

To laugh and munch fries.

You see, it's the small things in life,

That are worth living for,

You're not alone,

Please step away from that Door.