And touch the hearts of you and I
Seeing the hurt we will try our best
To bring the grieving some kind of rest
But we the helpless in our plight
Are left disabled in our fight
For justice, kindness, all that's good
Is left abandoned by those who should
Give to the broken some sort of love
That'll lift their spirits a bit above
Millions pass through hands so rich
While poor ones cry out from their ditch..
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