There she sat overwhelmed by her troubles
Who would believe, she didn’t ask for this!
Her world is falling apart
Nobody ever said, It’s going to be a rough road.
I need your help !!
She cried out,
But they couldn’t hear her
All standing right before her
Why can’t they hear me?
How can they hear?
All they wanna hear is the sweetness
Nobody needs to know the bitterness
The pressure of being in the face of the tabloid.
He his the talk of the town
Well groomed in his tailor -made
Designer suits all covered up
Yet exposed ,
Vulnerable, helpless but no-one sees
Nobody cares to see it.
They are mesmerized by the six packs
But he’s being torn by the pain of his past.
I need your help she cried out
Somebody, please help me, He cried!
Can you see beyond the pomp and pageantry
The face smiling on the cover page
Is actually crying out,
I need your Help
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