A Helping Hand Was Well Outstretched
A struggling friend called me for help,
his world upside down, sinking fast.
I heard him speak of anger and lust
but always beneath was an empty heart.
Then the call ended and I was alone.
Though the advice seemed to calm,
I never talked to this man again
but another might come in need.
I've no sorrow for not knowing his fate
or if something else should've been said.
A helping hand was well outstretched
and out of love my heart was filled.
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