S U I C I D E OF M E N

They put him in a grave
Shovelled brown dust on top 
Said goodbye to whom they could not save
The day he would not stop
As he walked towards the noose
Thrown upon the rafters 
No one will cut him loose 
Goodbyes and ever afters
Affixiation is the cause 
What is done is now done
Death has raised its ugly claws 
At the setting of the sun
This is the story of many 
We have lost brothers and sons, fathers too 
Looking at the cause of all and any 

Remains a duty to do 

Each day of men who die 

Silently within their souls 

It is surely time to ask why

These ghosts and monster tolls 

If you know a man 

Sitting on the edge

Do what you can

So he don't fall off the ledge 

The day they put him in a grave

Shovelled the dust on top 

Was the day to try and save

A suicide to prevent and stop