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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