He needed help
They rallied 'round
They rallied 'round
How long can one man deal with it
Life's suffocating tragedies
Piled one upon the other
In no particular order
Just weighing down, piling up
Dumped helter- skelter
Like wooden blocks
Building to the point
Of zero tolerance
And final burst
In deafening
Expiration.
Before that point one hopes someone
Will recognize the crushing weight
And realize survival
Is in question at this moment
That help will never be asked for
That it had better be given
Right away
Immediately
Lest all be lost
In the moments
Between thought
And action.
He needed help
They rallied 'round
They rallied 'round.