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A little boy went outside to do something fun.
But once he left the safety of the doors,
The kids all turned and laughed at him.
The words they said, the looks they gave,
Shot through him like an arrow.
The boy he cried and ran away,
To the only safe place that he knew.
Behind the school, away from all the bullies,
He would bring his knees up to his chest,
And cry out all his tears.

Everyday was like this, the meanness and the pain.
But the little boy, he did not know,
That someone watched this all the time.
Until one day, behind the school,
He heard someone say,
“Would you like to come and play with me?”

The boy looked up and saw a girl,
She held her hand out to him.
She smiled softly and bent down to wipe away his tears.
“Don’t cry, poor boy. I want to help.
Please come and be my friend.”

The boy began to smile.
He stood up and took her hand.
The two went back to go and play,
Ignoring the jeers the bullies made.
For once the boy was truly happy.

All because he met someone,
Who cared and lent him a helping hand.