A Little Help
If I could change just one thing, it would be the thoughts
Of all these kids I see, with pain in their hearts
I wake up everyday, with a smile on my face
Surviving is enough for me, joy comes with no price
I can't explain though, the thousands of young people I see
Who cant see the beauty, they live in a dark place
I want to help, but they are faceless
Just account names and bios
I witness in horror, the hive mind of regret
I try to add a positive, but it all seems washed away
By the torrential rain of sadness, that rolls through each day
I continue with my quest, a little help along the path
To add a bit of light, I'm trying to do what I can
Maybe someone will see my encouragement, and it will be enough
To keep them moving on for a bit longer, until they find a way
To see their time, as what it could be
And not the dark days
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