It's Gonna Be Alright

Every time she smiles,
I see tears hidden away.
Every time she laughs,
I just want to cry,
knowing that she's always on the verge of tears.
Every time she speaks,
I swear I can hear her voice break.
Every time she looks at me,
I see the sadness in her eyes,
that her smile covers up;
day after day,
month after month.
When will someone see her,
someone that can help.
I can see in her eyes,
that she's going down today.
Does anybody see what I see?
Does anybody really know,
what lies behind those pale blue eyes?
I wonder what will happen.
If she'll fall on her face and pour her heart out to God,
or if Satan will continue to grasp her heart;
feeding her the lies.
The lies about who she is,
and where she's going.
She's running in the wrong direction,
but she's doing it just to see if anyone cares to stop her.
All she wants to hear is someone tell her it's gonna be alright.
All she wants is for someone to pull her aside,
look her in the eye,
and say those four simple words.
These four simple words may mean little to you or me,
but to her they mean the world.
Sometimes that's just all we really need,
is someone to tell you that it's gonna be alright.
Someone that will be the shoulder to cry on,
and hold you in they're arms.
Someone to listen,
and not just preach at you.
Someone that truly cares,
and isn't just being sympathetic.