I’ve reached out my hand so many times
But no one would stop and help me out
And now all I have is my written rhymes
That’s been filled with a helpless doubt.
Never have I felt so alone as I do now,
Knowing I’ve been avoided all this time
But it will be okay, I’ll make it some how,
I just need to find my strength to climb.
When I learn how to get back on my feet
I will become distant just like all of you
And as I'm seen walking down the street
Only my umbrella will capture your view.
No longer will you see me reaching out,
Hoping you’ll lend me your helping hand
Instead you’ll just wonder what I’m about
As my darkened shadow has no demand.
I won’t even bother giving it another try
Knowing that I’m better off on my own
And when the rain finally begins to dry
I will still walk under an umbrella, alone.
Its become the painted picture for me
To not reach out my hand anymore
But the words I write are for all to see
That my heart still continues to pour.
If anyone ever needed a helping hand
I would have been there in a heartbeat
And that is why I’ll never understand
Why you failed to help me to my feet.