A friend is about to commit suicide, and you must convince them not to in a lyric fashion.
I was not born, for I was forged in the heart of a star.
The atoms that comprise me were built by the hammer and the anvil
The forces of gravity, time, pressure and heat,
My atoms were struck, struck, struck for millions of years
And I was born into supernova, thrown outwards as flotsam and jetsam
Of ancient gaseous nebulae, where I coalesced into a new star
And my very being was formed out of the nuclear fires
Again and again, I was expelled by dying suns casting themselves forth
Until I was finally formed into a special star, tracking out my home
A rock of heat and motion, a home of sky, sea, and air.
A chain of events billions of years in the making
Came to a conclusion millions of years in length itself.
Which arrived to a single individual comprised of those atoms
Built within stars, long gone, a memory cast to long Time.
Standing here before you, completely unique in every way
I could be considered the most special thing in the universe
But I am not alone.
For you are the result of the same journey.
I am not alone, for you exist as well.
Do not allow your uniqueness to escape without mark
Do not allow false notice of your passing
Do not allow the light of your being to be swallowed
By the inevitable long dark until the heat death of everything
Do not follow shallow reason to the precipice
Do not accept the consequence of losing hope
Do not let such a long and miraculous journey
Of billions and billions of years end.
You are the result of the universe striving.
To throw that away.
To throw that away is more than morality can measure.
You, too, were forged.
You, too, are stronger than any circumstance.
You, too, will strive beyond this.
For you are a child of the universe.
You are a spark of the anvil.
You are life, magnificent.
You are sentience, glorious.
You are.