I live in days of sorrow,
where tears seem to last an eternity.
In a land of plenty, I hear my brothers sigh!
And through the hoardings of a few,
I see the masses cry.
My neighbour sees me as a threat, he no more knows my face.
He remembers not the countless moments,
of joy from our past days.
I walk amidts a crowd of sheep, in others faults I see.
I wish to live in a world of sight,
where CHANGE begins with me.
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