You see someone,
Someone getting hurt
Bruised, punched, kicked and cursed.
It makes you, almost tempts you,
To help and to fight back.
But it’s finished, your too late.
Grief!
Thoughts fill your mind,
You fall to your knee’s,
You wish you were blind
It’s eating away at you
No escape, like a never ending curse.
Anger flows through your veins
You start to weep. It’s Hell!
But you can always find hope
All you have to do is
Just pull through
You can help and fight back
Your rage, your depression, your enemy.
A light that was dim now shines bright,
Inside you, like a fire in complete darkness
It reminds you of one thing,
One thing only.
Just Pull Through!
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