I worry about them
The unstable ones,
The ones who could do real damage.
My friends, ones i love
Depression grips them.
The will to live becomes a daily struggle.
Each step away a heart breaks.
A cry for help, i hear
But what will my answer be?
I am here for you, talk to me.
Step, step, they walk away.
My heart cries for them day after day.
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