Reaching Out
Come on, come on be my friend
It won’t hurt much
in the end
In being friends our lives could touch
We could get together and talk
And do what friends do
Or even go for a walk
And I could get to know you
I am smart
I am kind
And just like you, I’ve been torn apart
You could tell me your troubles, I don’t mind
So if you see me in the hall
Please stop and say “hi”
And if you stumble I’ll break your fall
Just remember I’m a sensitive guy
Kieran
February 2007
