Though many see just people I can see wounded history
Many are carrying stories and are waiting to be found
Walking without an answer; souls are waiting to be unbound
The sea of countless wounded has no end for us to see
They're standing right beside us and are crippled as can be
Hiding inside their movements of their endless here and there
People are needing healing and are in need of urgent care
We mustn't be so heartless in our judgments of one another
The people we stand condemning are our sister and our brother
Walking without expressions, as they try to hide their pain
These souls are needing healing and not needing our disdain.
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