A Cry For Help

There's a man I saw just the other day However I don't know his name He was of Hispanic decent I know But we never spoke just the same. He was talking to his lawyer That day about his court case I felt his pain and anguish As I looked him in his face. I could tell he was sorry for what he did Because even the strongest can become meek He looked like the drugs he did had done him in Like cancer to a person so frail and weak. Prison life doesn't do anything for him And he doesn't want to do drugs anymore He wants to move from the city to start over again I really hope he gets what he asks for. His lawyer said he'd do what he could To answer his client's request I wanted to shake his hand as my heart Went out to wish him all the best. I don't know what held me back From saying how I felt I guess I just chose to remain silent Because I really didn't know how to help. So where ever you are, my brother I hear you; I hear you loud and clear If there were ever a way I could help you It would be to first lend a listening ear.