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In my weakest moment

In my weakest hour

I was stripped of strength

I had no power



Ready to do the unspeakable

Willing to take my life

I had the mind to do it

I even had the knife



Cold metal hit my skin

A thin red line appeared

Death isn't a scary thing

It's not what I had feared



About to cut in deep

With what strength remained

One little drop of blood

The sheet forever stained



I was alone in the house

Not a single soul stirred

Then the phone rang

It was your voice I heard



The cheerful sound

Made me drop the knife

I'll never forget the sound

That saved my life



As years went by

You never knew

That I'm only alive

Because of you



You were were my reminder

On that scary night

That no matter how dark

There'll always be a light



There's always be someone

To help me find my way

Just like you saved me

On that long ago day