Find me a heart
A heart that bleeds
When the world is wounded
And its people torn apart
When crisis arise
And no one seems to care about its consequences
When people can no longer hear
The whimping of a lonely child
Who yearns for love
And harmony
Instead of hatred
And disparity
When the world fights to heal
But gets wounded over and over
Find me that heart that bleeds
For the sake of the dying world
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