During dinner, you went outside
And rode your bike in the driveway,
You hit a curb, scraped your knee,
And now lay on the concrete,
Your bike lays there, ripped to shreds,
Your eyes start to cloud up,
You can choose to sit there,
Or maybe try to stand up,

You could lay, bleeding out,
Waiting for someone to find you,
But they never will, they heard you’re fine,
And think you’re having fun out there,
You’ll live your life alone, outside,
Clutching your wounded knee,
While your parents choose to stay inside,
Saying that you don’t need them,

But if you choose to stand up
And walk inside the house,
Tell your mom, with sobbing eyes
About what has just happened,
She will hold you, tend your wounds,
Soothe your crying heart,
Your dad will go and fix your bike,
And help you to cheer up,

It scared you to tell the truth,
Since you might get in trouble,
But your family truly loves you
And knows how this has hurt you,
And even though your sister’s small,
And has never tried to pedal,
She understands your hurt from this,
Even she falls when she toddles,

Please let this be a sign
To everyone that needs it,
Your family, your friends,
They’re here for you
In your greatest times of need,
However big or small,
If even insignificant,
They’re here to help,
Unload and share,
They’ll fix you up in an instant,
Don’t bottle up those troubles, sorrows,
Don’t take them to the grave,
Your family misses you dearly,
So don’t stay on the pavement.