HELPING HANDS

Places us on beds of nails
​​​​​Straps us down
Ignores us
Though we scream and wail

But sometimes sometimes
Luck holds sway
In the darkest hours of the
Darkest days

And a hand appears 
To aid our plight
To raise us up
And see us right

To chase away
The fearsome night
And send the demons
Into frenzied flight