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Maybe they would still be Ok
Tear stained pages
 
 Hopeless apathy
 
 She lives each day up on a stage
 
 Why is she like this?
 
 Why is she broken?
 
 When she looks in a mirror
 
 All she can see
 
 Is everything she believes
 
 Defines the life she’s living
 
 She can’t live up to the standards
 
 So she tells another lie
 
 “I already ate today”
 
 And people never notice
 
 how much smaller she is…
 
 Another wasted life
 
 Another aching heart
 
 Her looks were never good enough
 
 So one day she just broke apart
 
 Maybe if you had told her
 
 You thought she was beautiful
 
 She could have seen herself today
 
 How God see’s her every day
 
 Maybe she’d still be ok…
 
 What you see of him
 
 Is what he lets you see
 
 You won’t get past the plastic smile
 
 Unless he gives you the key
 
 There is so much that he hides
 
 Because he knows you’ll think it’s strange
 
 But when he laughs at all those jokes you make
 
 He’s tearing up inside
 
 he can’t live up to the standards
 
 So he locks away his feelings
 
 And never tells a soul
 
 And people never notice
 
 The knife that took its toll
 
 Another wasted life
 
 Another aching heart
 
 He  was never strong enough
 
 So one day he just broke apart
 
 Maybe if you had told him
 
 You thought his life had meaning
 
 Maybe he could have seen himself today
 
 The way God see’s him every day
 
 Maybe he’d be alive, Maybe he’d be ok..
 
 But instead you walk by
 
 you ignore the sighs of those around us
 
 because you want to fit in
 
 you fail to reach out
 
 but each day you let pass
 
 adds more doubt to their minds
 
 just a few kind things you say
 
 help them fight the lie
 
 that giving up is the easy way
 
 and when you hold their hands back
 
 from a gun, bottle or blade,
 
 one more life is saved.
 
 So show them Christ’s light
 
 help them fight this long war
 
 understand their pain before you ignore
 
 if they knew that you cared
 
 maybe they wouldn’t shut the door
 
 to their hearts quite so fast
 
 maybe they could let go of their past
 
 the choice is yours to make
 
 help them up
 
 or leave them to break

