long had I been dead when I first saw the beauty in nature just to be told that we threw it all away.
Long was I blind to see those who silently scream without a bed or the lady who looks her best when she’s living off bread.
How were we so blind to the compromise of being open to the exposure. The greed, the need to know basis of what greed could mean - or what it could be.
Did salvation ever mean that we’d still have to fight for the right to humanity? Humanitarian aid after a humanitarian crisis denied their right to live.
And What did the ice ever do to you? You made it melt but it wasn’t in love. There’s a difference between love and abuse.
I know you’re angry - The world is too.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
long had I been dead when I first saw the beauty in nature just to be told that we threw it all away.
Long was I blind to see those who silently scream without a bed or the lady who looks her best when she’s living off bread.
How were we so blind to the compromise of being open to the exposure. The greed, the need to know basis of what greed could mean - or what it could be.
Did salvation ever mean that we’d still have to fight for the right to humanity? Humanitarian aid after a humanitarian crisis denied their right to live.
And What did the ice ever do to you? You made it melt but it wasn’t in love. There’s a difference between love and abuse.
I know you’re angry - The world is too.
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