No Child Left Behind
Young Timmy was left behind in flames.
Now vengence is what heals his pain.
Those who seem different,
They are equal.
Always remember,
That we're all people.
If you left someone behind in a fire just because they had a wheelchair...
Imagine that was your pain, and how about trying to feel theirs.
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