My heart
My heart my heart goes out to those in need,
So many people in llife do not recognize when they pour themselves with greed,
My heart my heart goes out to those left behind,
For it is hard to look for yourself and not know what to find,
No food, no home, she was left all alone,
She felt cold right down to the bone,
Lights out she begin to slightly shout scream whimper and pout,
Nobody came to her rescue, nobody cared what the screaming was about.
So many of us may feel that way today,
And it is not just simply okay,
And to keep those feeling at bay,
My heart my heart goes out to those who feel this way.
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