Yes, I do pray when I see
The pain and suffering that others carry
The downtrodden and oppressed, their agony
My heart aches and my soul feels weary
Yes, I do pray when I see
The child on the street, homeless and alone
The hungry and the sick, in desperate need
Their struggles and sorrows make my heart moan
Yes, I do pray when I see
The injustice and cruelty of this world
When my humanist heart fills with empathy
And the need to act becomes uncurled
Yes, I do pray when I see
A mother on the back of the bike
Holding her husband's shoulder with a hand
And holding her child in another hand
Yes, I do pray when I see
A person with disabilities or illness
Their life a constant struggle and plea
Their spirit a testament to their stillness
Yes, I do pray when I see
An old woman selling fruits in the heat
Her face wrinkled, her body frail and weak
As people pass by without a glance or greet
I may not follow a divine path
But when I witness those in need of care
My heart speaks up and I offer a prayer
Yes, I do pray.
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