You see that girl there
On the wooden chair, looking into her cup?
Do you know what she’s been through
Why she’s looking so down and so fed up?
You see that man there?
Next to the girl, he won’t give in
He’s trying to help, but the chances are slim.
Do you know what I’m saying?
It’s the thought that counts
It’s the right thing to do
Not a slight bit of doubt.
Do you see what’s in front
Of your eyes? I’ll be blunt:
I’m trying to tell you
That you should also be there
To help the girl on that chair.
You don’t know this girls name
But you see she’s in pain
So go, and try to help her.
I’m the voice in your head
That says do right
So go and give her some hope
In her trauma-filled life, then she’ll cope
All this girl wants, is a blanket of comfort
Your words will keep her warm.
So, give her the words, that she can absorb.
Her thirst for life will be quenched.
Do the right thing, talk with her now
Help, the girl on the bench.