My friends have
very capable hands
in which I trust myself in.
But tonight, 
as the darkness sets in
and brings along despair,
I find that I can't talk with them;
I don't have the courage to call.
I find myself slipping
through their capable hands
unable to stop my fall,
unable to cry out for help.
And all of the darkness
and all of the despair
swallows me up.