Distress Call

Of all the things you have got to say,
There is always someone finding a way,
From half the world away,
You cant get the thoughts to sway,

And after all you cant complain,
Cos you took your last chance once again,
Sitting on the edge of the blade,
Thinking of what your dreams are made,
The faces and figures slowly fade,
Leaving behind a trail of ruby and jade,

The night suddenly seems so long,
No idea what is it that went wrong,
Skies are void of all the birds,
And so is your mind of all the words,

What looks like a really tough time,
Is a bit of rain a bit of sunshine,
You wont have it on you forever,
Cos when it was now or never,
To check you and your freefall,
God sent me to answer your distress call...