Show a face so empty
Of the truthfulness of me
Pretend to be so happy,
Whilst the pain is hard to see.

Hide a swathe of sadness
In a role we often play,
To coat a bitter pill of life
That is swallowed every day.

To open up to kindness
Is so hard to do you see?
We often think its easier
To hide our own reality.

Smile and show the world
That your honor is intact,

But pride must take a tumble
Before the healing act.

It is hard to ask for help
And admit our own mistakes,
But taking one brave step
Is all it really takes.

Seek out and trust the ones
Who will truly understand,
Tell the truth to others
Who will gladly lend a hand.

Its time to stop the suffering
And pointless waste of time,
We only have one life to live
So what would be the crime?

How bad can things be
That you cannot talk to me?
Face your grief and be assured:
what will be will be.

I can't pretend to have the answers
To your sadness and your pain,
But I promise most sincerely
That I will not lay the blame.

If you have done wrongdoing
Or your heart is full of hate,
I will open up my arms
And help to change your fate.

You have to leave your comfort zone
And take a massive stride,
Into a world of opportunity,
That will heal your damaged pride.

So take my hand and trust me
Like you have never done before,
I will love and guide you dearest
Through that newly opened door.

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