Feel the warmth of my hand,
It’s what is keeping you from jumping.

I’m not letting go,
No matter how much you keep fighting.

Sad things overrule too much in life,
Anger, pity, pain and strife.

I don’t want to write a poem on sad things,
I want to pull you back from the edge.

Why is it everyone must be sad?
Why is it we can’t be happy and glad?

Glad you’re with me now,
Glad you’re crying because you understand,
Glad because I know, I’m crying because you won’t let go of my hand.