My hands reach out to cup the faces of the devout,
Hopefuls that need another's voice to be heard,
And I have found it
found home in it,
The ability to heal pain and give closure from it,
To speak out against the unfathomable reaches,
And show that not all of humanity has been breached;
Sucked out like a leech
And poured into the clean drinks out of reach
Of the rich wines shipped across the sea
And the clean water with purity.
And I will invest in this life until my life leaves me,
And I will protect with my life the lives of the needy,
And I will never stop speaking out for the muffled hearts,
As their cries need a voice to speak up for their parts...
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