Helping Hand

by gentlegirl

In a dark and lonely corner sat a little child
No one seemed to care that his mind was wild
With fright of the night or maybe the day
No one caring and showing this small one the way

And this child is the world to some degree
Not helping each other for fear they may see
us as weak or maybe kind
Instead of strong or whatever we've left behind

But wait there's someone helping him up
Thank God for the one who just filled his cup
Surely this ones cup runneth over
There's a smile on the child's face
That makes a nice cover

For the hurting heart that makes him cower
Instead of standing tall like a tower
But a helping hand should always be
for small and large such as he.