For Him The Easy Way Out

Why did he do such an awful thing in Summer's golden prime
When the bottlebrushes are in bloom in the warm southern clime
His children constantly in tears his wife in an awful state
By dying young at his own choice such grief he did create.

He took for him the easy way out only the brave live on
When all hopes of happiness for them in life seems ever gone
For some 'tis easier to die than live when life gets really tough
But for others no matter how bad or hard things are they never say enough.

He could have embraced his gift of life but he choose differently
Of the unhappiness that engulfed him he did set himself free
'Twould seem he put himself before his wife and family
He tied a rope to a strong branch and swung out of a tree.

Such is life some well might say but words are easily said
And all of the tears that were ever shed could not bring back to life the dead
Of living life he opted out the guilt and grief and tears
He left to his grieving family who will mourn him for years.