Every Time

I wrote this about a friend.

Every time you talk to her,
And every time she runs.
Why do you talk to her,
She cries-you think that's fun.

You would think you'd understand,
But you can help her
help her get through it
Just by holding her hand.

You walk by her in the hall.
She screams inside you have to catch her,
Catch her quick before she falls,
To everyone else she means nothing at all.

You start to feel how she's feeling,
The pain the suffering the sorrow,
It will all be changed,
Just wait untill tomorrow.

You can catch her
Help her please
Just hold her hand
She's on her knees.