Can you see past your beating heart.
When thier pain unbarreble to live with.
As we complain when our hell is really heaven.
Rise with your tears, I have seen the rain for many years.
Have you ever experience a fraction of african sorrow.
Like the children of lost home's surround by proverty.
This what bother's me
I refuse to hear your words of hurt that only last a minute.
When I can write a book on children that have been suffering all thier live's.
Deprive in such away it should sadden the world.
Never will you open your eye's blinded by your own reflection.
I egnore my pain no where near death, I can't compare.
Though you have suffer enough, thier pain greater in
someone and somwhere.
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