Let me ask a question,
As you are about to dive off this cliff.
What ever happened to you,
To want to take away the life you live?
When I dove off this same cliff,
I forgot I was holding a bag of oranges.
A farmer worked very hard on them,
And I just had to take and crush them.
What a waste.
I mean, so much sweat and blood,
And then I just had to squish myself and them
To a fine orange and red paste.
I did not survive,
And neither did the oranges.
May I ask you,
Are you a judge?
You're not, so why is it up to you to judge,
The worth of your life,
Like how I judged my life
And the oranges.
As I hand you this orange,
Think about if you're going to drag it down with you.
It is like your family,
And their love for you is true.
Taking your life means crushing this orange,
Don't crush your family too.
Just remember this as you're about to jump,
I wish that you wouldn't jump too.
That was my price,
And forever I will walk this cliff
Until it is a valley.
Don't be like me,
And take your own life.
If you are not a judge,
There is always a difference,