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A Helping Hand

I walk to the window and stare at the Moon
Wondering if I will meet her soon
I think hard about what I would say
When I meet the Lady that special day

I reach out my heart to see if She hears
All that comes out are depression and fears
The things that I can't talk with no one
Spill out until all my feelings are done

She hears and apears with a warm sweet smile
Asking me to talk, that She'll stay a while
Until all my problems have been washed away
She tells me to learn, that I have to stay

To leave would create the biggest problem
That's not a solution I have to solve them
It's not so easy but has to be done
Now I await the arrival of the Sun

Now She is gone all that's left is the Moon
I thank Her and ask Her to come back soon.
 


 
 

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