The Pain of Young People
I hate to see the pain
the young so often feel.
I wish that I could help.
My love for them is real.
They need some understanding.
They just want to be heard.
Where are their parents when they cry?
Don't they read their words?
They say they hate their lives.
They want to end it all.
I wish that I could help them
and save them from the fall.
It hurts to hear their suffering.
To know I can't be there.
At least I want them all to know
how very much I care.
When you need understanding
or even just a friend,
Send a note and say hello.
I'll be here till the end.
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