How many hearts need be broken, before that one heart dies?
How many harsh words spoken, before God hears their cries?
How many lifes are ruined, by a parent that just leaves?
How many children must suffer, Before the angels grieve?
How many people must go without, before one sees their needing?
How many crimes committed, to notice a city's bleeding?
How many loved ones perish, in the heat of anger and passion?
When will the empathy come, or is it out of fashion?
How many rules must be broken, before all is said and done?
We should not speak in plurals my friend...
The number is...only one.
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