the faces are blank yet full of questions
how to stop the pain, where to get help
the problems are the same the reasons differ
realizing we're all alike just toys on the shelf
asking for help isn't something that we do easily
some shake some sweat all have the will to change
covered in doubt yet wishing for some hope
to reprogram the thinking put in their brains
first you have to admit you are in need
the group is the key sobriety is the door
prayer helps me for them it might be different
to a new beginning we've all been searching for
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