To Fix What is Broken

My friend is sad and lonely now,
So many broken parts
That seem to grow in her somehow
When she gets up and starts.

Another day of worry.  Another day of fear.  
Although she tries to hurry, she has no cause to cheer.

I think I'll try to fix her when   
I see that girl today,       
To show she has much value then,   
With her I'll start to pray!

Another day to help her.  Another day to give
Some love so she won't suffer, but truly start to live!