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A Last Lifeline ©

Jim McRobert
Edinburgh, Scotland
2005

I sit here at night all on my own
Waiting to here your call on the phone
You telling me how your lifeís in a mess
Can I help you to cope with the pain and the stress

You can talk it all through, it may take all night
If you give me a call Iíll help with your plight
Someone to listen is all that you need
An ear to your problem, a germ to the seed

Throí intensive training I know what to do
When you feel suicidal Iíll talk you throí
Help you prepare when you take your own life
Ease out the moments as you handle the knife

Make you aware what youíre planning to do
Not stop you or hold you, I donít take that view
Wonít criticise at the end of the rope
Iím here to help and offer you hope

Youíve called on our number, Iíve answered your call
Weíre Joe or weíre Betty or weíre Sheila or Paul
Itís first names when calling our line on the phone
Hello the Samaritans, youíre not on your own


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