Through my own eyes
What I see is not what you see
I see little kids in the streets
who are not drug- free
I see mentally ill
who are are very in need
I see starving people
that no one else sees
Going crazy inside
wanting to cry
They need our help
They need our help
Am I the only one that cares
Am I they only one that can make a change
How?
How should I start?
Or should I also pretend to be blind...
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