Love for the broken heart.

Tears stream down his stubborn face.
Unwilling to let others see this take place,
He leaves: judged, unloved, misguided.
Each mock they make reminds him how divided,
He is from this nation,
Every step he takes farther from his generation.

Let's stand in still belief,
For these thoughts are all our grief.
For these mornings we look up with frowns instead of smiles,
Thinking we'll have to walk millions of miles.
For these teens who only see what is wrong,
But are truly beautiful and very strong.
Let's stand with courage and right pride,
Knowing there is always someone by our side.
We must give love for the broken heart,
And tears for the lives that are torn apart.

What a stunning girl I see,
Who'll raise her hand in such a plea,
Comparing others to herself,
Good enough, not, as dusty books on some shelves.
Although she can make it through the night,
She can't stand herself, closes her eyes at her sight.
Plagued by her image in the mirror.
She can never see herself any clearer.
The only way to see her worth,
Is to look for some beauty in her birth.

We all have the ability,
To stand with humility.
To stop taking wrong from right,
And start breaking up the fights.
Others need to understand their worth,
Doesn't come from face value or the earth.
It comes from deep within their soul,
A hole that's willing to be quenched and made whole.
We must give love for the broken heart,
And tears for the lives that are torn apart.

Watch as a grandmother cries tears from her heart,
Her body shakes, her soul is torn apart.
She is crying for all of those she's lost,
And wishing they didn't have to pay such a large cost.
A mother's hands shake from all that she's seen,
Oh a conversation, how much would that mean?
She's been left alone for far to long,
Her tears not wiped, her rights been wronged.

Do you not see?
Can you not hear?
These people are clawing to be free,
From all of their life long fears.
All they need is a gracious look,
Someone not seeking for all that they've took.
We must give love for the broken heart,
And tears for the lives that are torn apart.

He mutters to himself, "Why did I walk away?
Did I not have enough courage, enough pride to say,
That's enough, stop that talk,
Don't you have something else to mock?"
She picks up her feet,
Unwilling to meet defeat.
Putting her head up high,
She resists a sigh.
She's muttering, "I'm beautiful, precious, and true.
Didn't they have someone else to pick on, someone else to make blue?"

The children, these people, don't they deserve more,
Then your stares and your frowns, making each breathe sore.
It isn't about how much you know, but how much you care.
Can you not see, it matters how they fare.
This world is full of people looking out only for 'me',
Is it too hard, to soon, to see,
The tears streaming down children's faces,
Tired of being put in such big spaces.
We must give love for the broken heart,
And tears for the lives that are torn apart.

He strikes his wrist,
With a golden bliss.
He's ready to end his life,
To take one more breathe and then end this strife.
But the phone rings and he can't make them worry,
Picking up the phone, pushing away his fury.
A voice whispers on the other line,
"Don't take your life, your not alone this time.
Your amazing, with worth that could move the sea,
You need to stop looking to yourself with your plea."
As he puts down his weapon still shaking with fear,
His life he will live, finally with care near.

All that's needed is a light in the dark,
A good conversation on the swings in a park.
People just need to know that someone will be there,
When this world pushes down on them, threatening to tear,
Their life in two,
Their spirit right through.
We must give love for the broken heart,
And tears for the lives that are torn apart.