Talking Doctors
People always ask me
"What do you want to do?"
I could paint, I could bake, I could fly to the moon
But though all of these seem exciting and fun
None of these jobs scream "this is the one!"
The kids all around
Who wish they could fight
The hurt and the pain that plagues them at night
The bullies and beatings they face day by day
Leaves them sad and hopless, feeling betrayed.
Who can they turn to?
Who will it be?
I want these kids able to come to me
Here to listen, here to talk, a safe haven
Give them hope, help, a strong foundation
My hope is to help
Kids who are lost
Teach them trusting won't always come at a cost
Give them reason to live, to keep moving on
Each day is a blessing, a gift, a new dawn
What can I do
With this job that I mention?
I can help, I can cure, I can get the world's attention
Saving a life doesn't always mean medicine
Therapists can help give kids a new direction
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