July twenty eight two thousand five, you'd be twenty three if you'd stayed alive.

You could have held on, there's always hope. But you took your own life with so much dope.

They told you, we told you, "I'll help when you feel, life is too hard, too sad to deal."

The pull was too great. The drugs used to seem they could take all the pain, and leave a sweet scene. The durgs didn't chill you as they did before, more drugs and more often, 'til you died on the floor. You were third in your circle ending your life while still young. Your life was all over, for you, the pain gone.

Your brother, your friend, stood above you and cried. He couldn't believe that no you had died.

Your friends they all miss you, your family too. Cousins, nieces and a nephew go on without you. Our pain is still strong, it won't go away. Our love and our memories certainly will stay.

We'd much rather have you alive and around. If this message reaches someone on their way down, toss out a lifeline. People around you are ready to tow you out of the darkness, as your friend's hand you hold.

The path to the light is tricky and hard. You'll work your ass off, but later you'll find, you're stronger and wiser and have a good plan. Your life will be cleaner, your mind now not cluttered. In the future you'll find you're holding the lifeline, but on the strong end. Cause you'll understand. You now have new meaning. A much needier person as once you had been looks up to you and they see a friend.

So tell of your troubles, we may not understand, but we'll help and we'll guide you, our strength we will share. 'Til you find the hope that always was there.