Touch
By: L.I. & LyricALI
A Quiet Storm Production

A river flows below my pupils. I slam the door
Each step down the stairs expresses my required support
He stole my heart. The robbery is still in progress
My hope is defeated. My end to life’s process
I slide into my trap and turn the ignition
My goal was flipping this machines position
The puddle on my windshield parallels my actions
Concluding my thoughts. I pray God will forgive this last sin
A thump on my door. “What do you want?” I asked him
These hopeless eyes connected as he lifted his hat brim
The downpour of rain and tears brought an angel to me
Retaining my life by repeating three words that soothed me
An unfolding journey remains. It is labeled as life
It would’ve been my end.. if that angel never came that night

Floating down the rivers bend
I feel the sorrow and pain slip
Away as a girls life begins to end
Thoughts of suicide begin to drip
As the sight of death starts to appear
The shades of darkness fades to light
As i inch closer to her only to see tears
I see the desperation in her take flight
As she picks up the something and begin
To slice, No part of this is right taking
Her own life, i knock on the window trim
I look inside and see that i am mistaken
Wet and shivering a gray expression untold
Pained emotions swirled in the nights glare
I reach out to touch her, n say "let life unfold"
Everything is over, you can awake from this nightmare