She reaches out...
But no one is there.
She reaches out...
But there's no one to care.
She reaches out...
Will you take her hand?
Is there no one there?
Is there no one who cares
For this lonely soul
Who's been abused?
She dares not trust.
Do you know why?
Rejected, pushed aside so much,
Abused, she cringes at a touch.
Part of her wants to die.
Will you reach out?
Will you be there?
Will you show her that
Someone cares?
Will you offer your hand,
Pull her back from the edge?
Don't let her slip away,
For surely you'd regret that day.
She has a heart and love to share
For that one who dares to care.
Her love will never fade.
A treasure of quality rare
For the special one
Who dares to care.
Will you take her hand?
Written by Ruthie Good
Sept. 1979
This was written during a very melancholy time of my life. A place I never hope to be again.
