girl with broken wings

On the porch, she will sit,/light another cigarette,/and take a sip of anything that makes it right./She's outside,/trying to hide/ from the fight just inside,/where her mom and her dad destroy each other./And on the phone she will call/every boy, yeah, one and all./They will touch her in all the right places./And in her room, she will slide/down the bed and try to fly,/and she will fall once again for the feeling./And as he grabs her brown hair,/she is faking/that the feeling he gives her is real/as the floor underneath the bed is breaking./She will finish what she starts with "I love you."/So from her head to her toes;/nervous hands and runny nose,/all of this just for one night of feeling./And in her ears she will hear/all the things that hide her fears/of dying young and making plans for the future./And all the marks on her arms/symbolize a fractured heart,/and all the boys that were smart/left her alone./So from the roof, she will fly/15 feet down the side/of the house where she once was happy./Yes it's true, she's aware/that she is breaking./And it's true, she can't do anything./Well in her blue underwear/she is thinking how in Jesus' precious name/she got here./Well it's sad, but it's true,/she is ending./But for now, she will pray for some wings./On a black Cadillac she is landing hard,/yet her parents' biggest worry is the car.

-Manchester Orchestra

I heard this song countless times before I actually listened to it. It breaks my heart to think of how many girls this song represents. There is no exaggeration in this song of the pain that it speaks of. This is reality.
How do I help?
I am surrounded by what seems like hopelessness. On the news, I heard of a woman whose toddler was playing in a busy street because she was too high to notice that the child had ran outside. What is going to become of that child whose mother is now in prison? He will probably be shuffled around the child care system from foster home to foster home.
What of the girl who woke up outside of a dorm on IU's campus after being raped by someone she thought that she could trust? How does a young woman recover from that kind of pain? How will she ever find healing, especially if she does not know Christ?
I hear story after story of children, teenagers, young adults, adults, even the elderly being abused and broken. I feel as if there is nothing I can do that will make a significant contribution in helping these people to heal. All I can hope to do is share the love of Christ with the suffering people that I do encounter, and pray that He will work miraculous healing in their lives.
And for the rest, for all the people in this world who are hurting so deeply that I will never meet, I can only mourn for them and pray for them...