Here to Help

Hey there, man, do you need a hand?

You're looking down and out.

Do you have a plan?

Do you have means?

How much sand

Is slipping, slipping through the Hourglass?

I'll listen to all you have to tell.

I hear you saying that it's like hell.

I might not be able to make it well,

but I'm here. I'm here to help.

He said, "I was born across the tracks.

Felt the weight of the world on my back.

I struggle in school with English and math,

and sob at night 'bout the friends I lack.

My pop's doing time up in State,

and my mom's doped out on opiates.

I live with grandma, and she's okay,

but that don't help me find a date."

I said, "Hey there, man, you need a hand.

Let's make the call to change this plan.

Now's the time to slow the sand

That's slipping, slipping through the hourglass.

I'll listen to all you have to tell.

I hear you saying that it's like hell.

I might not be able to make it well,

but I'm here. I'm here to help."

The lumps in our throats could swallow us whole

There's no levy that's built to hold;

A warm embrace, the water flowed

Leaving sand in the hourglass.

Hey there man, you look scared.

I am too, but I'll be here.

Let's take a moment and dry our tears,

and we'll do this together.

Hey there, ma'am, he needs a hand

We need him safe.

He has a plan.

He has the means.

Let's slow the sand

that's slipping, slipping through the hourglass.

We'll listen to all you have to tell.

We hear you saying that it's like hell.

We might not be able to make it well,

but we're here. We're here to help.

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