As I look into the mirror, I begin to see a child incarcerated by the atmosphere of
people lacking their dreams.
Am I so frustrated? Is there a God up above? I heard the hobo on the corner say,
God is all about love. There are so many opportunities every day, and there are so
many people waiting to say, help me. I'm reaching out my hand, help me. I need someone to take
my hand and help me, help me, help me, and help me. As I look into the mirror, I begin to see
a broken down alcoholic seeking recovery. Forgive me for the things I've done. I know
I was wrong. Now I see the sun. It took some time to realize that the battle is already won.
There's a teenager on the block with no shoes and no socks, verbally abused, being misused,
no food in her home, and he's saying, my mind's gone. Help me. I'm reaching out my hand, help me.
I need someone to take my hand and help me, help me, help me, and help me. I can see change,
a new individual, someone wonderfully made special. I can't do it all by myself.
It's a day to day process, and I need your help. Help me. I'm reaching out my hand, help me.
I need someone to take my hand and help me, help me, help me, and help me.
Help me. I'm reaching out my hand, help me. I need someone to take my hand and help me,
and help me, help me, and help me.
