Never Alone

Touched by her eyes,
Inside the city lights,
My eyes could not let go,
Staring at the ground where you sit and cry,
I ask why and you reply
"Tired of this fight to survive in this world so cruel made for fools".
I reply
"I can feel your scars through your speech, your feelings through your weep".
"I know you felt high before you felt low, believe in me and I can be your cure to your blues, take my hand, let me help you stand and be the friend you need".
No one explains about the different colors of life and what simple things life can bring.
A helping hand to someone in need is just a simple thing that can mean everything to them.
I would give you a hand because what if that was me?
Would you help me?