I once held in the palm of my hand a globe of which I treasured
I looked through this globe and gazed intently at the people within wandering so aimlessly
Within this throng of tired people I discovered the aura of a small child concealed within a wooden box
How strange to find this thing of which no eyes claims to see
The tired souls of condemned saints have trodden upon his predicament many a time; but why have you not seen the thing which is nor behind or in the future
but here in front of me
The small whimper of a distressed child to whom no one dares to acknowledge?!
How can this be? Why cant we find an escape to this miserable act of abandonment
Oh People; have you no heart for the ones beaten to far more brutality
Such a sight to see my eyes are overflowing endlessly to see the pains of such a world who blinds their eyes from such atrocities
I looked through this globe and gazed intently at the people within wandering so aimlessly
Within this throng of tired people I discovered the aura of a small child concealed within a wooden box
How strange to find this thing of which no eyes claims to see
The tired souls of condemned saints have trodden upon his predicament many a time; but why have you not seen the thing which is nor behind or in the future
but here in front of me
The small whimper of a distressed child to whom no one dares to acknowledge?!
How can this be? Why cant we find an escape to this miserable act of abandonment
Oh People; have you no heart for the ones beaten to far more brutality
Such a sight to see my eyes are overflowing endlessly to see the pains of such a world who blinds their eyes from such atrocities
Jade.I.Am
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Fallenoutofgrace
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