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Sep 2017
Take my heart and take my hand,
and please help me to understand.

Why do we awake each and every day,
just to face all of the challenges in our way.

To struggle and pretend that all is good,
Caring and helping as they knew you would.

You push yourself to give it your all,
How you truely feal,
is hidden behind a brick wall.

I pray for all that soon one day,
we can all join hands and be haapy this way.

It can be big it can be small,
what's important is doing something, anything at all.

Teach the young, help the weak,
take a minute to hear them speak.

The smell of flowers,the fury of the sea, I gaze at the stars what can this mean?

I do not know what my purpose may be,
so i will be kind and helpful to all that I see.

For one small gesture on your part,
could make the world of difference in anothers heart.

People matter everywhere,
dont sit by and just stare.

Be proactive and share the love,
one day uniting us all, no one above.
Written by
Brenda Buckley
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   Gul e Dawoodi
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