I care for all, but love very fiew
still i want to help every one, even you
but its hard to tell, what is help, what is not
thinking about nothing is about all i got
no one close to hold, cuddle or cry on
this is what i have delt with for so long
my forlorn soul reaches out to sing
im not good at it, thats the thing
i want to do more than just say
"sorry to hear, have a better day"
the inadequacy of that statement
shoves my face to the pavement
and when i am unable to help some one
dont you even think that i am done
each day brings sorrow, a new pain
and if i can, i will be there, not for gain
for happieness, love, and compassion
attempted within my words, in a fassion
though i may not be good at it, at all
still i try to make everyone stand tall
with their heads held high, hearts in the sky
hope goes on, life will too, even when i cry
my tears are never for me, my hurt is numb
but others, i will, though i think its dumb
to ignore my pain, and focus on anothers
but in the end, arnt we are all just brothers
and sisters under the skin
for in the end, we are all kin