Give a Hand
Because there are others who are worse off then me
I want to be there with them.
I want to be the saviour of humanity.
Beautiful people rotting because there isn't an extended hand from me ...
and I hoped to God that a hand will be given to me.
Love is my precious
I need to feel the warmth of my heart to be shared.
And when I seee those smiles of appreciation.
I think
this is their loves embrace.
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