Reach Out Reach out and hold my hand, I'll take you away from this war-stricken land Where people die, Where there is no hope, Where Syrian kids starve, Where people can't cope. Reach out and I'll hold you tight, No need for war, no need to fight. Reach out and I'll whisk you away, To a world full of riches, joy and play. Two different worlds, On the same Earth. So different to each other; One riddled with riches, The other with hurt.

Picking Up The Pieces Picking up the pieces, Picking up the hope. It may still be raining, But at least I have a coat. I'm picking up the pieces From my broken heart, Stitching them together, Till I'm no longer torn apart. So if you are in a lonely, dark place, Or if you feel like you're locked up in a cage, Remember that there's always hope, And there will be people to help you wherever you go.

Shattered Glass Like a vase my heart was flung, Try to pick up the pieces, Easier said than done. Shattered glass is all that remains, Blood, tears, hate and pain. Barely breathing, barely alive, Without you I cannot survive. Shattered glass on the floor, Not wanting to live anymore.