My Prayer
HOW SAD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WALK THE STREET
HOW POOR ARE THOSE WITH NOTHING TO EAT
HOW LOVED ARE THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS FIGHT
HOW MEAN IS THE DOG WITH THE KNOWN BITE
THEY SAY WE SHOULD BE HAPPY FOR WHAT WE'VE GOT
YET THOSE WHO SAY IT HAVE GOT ALOT
GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO IGNORE THE GREEDY
TO LOOK AWAY FROM THE EYES SO BEADY
LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY OF THOSE WHO STAND TALL
AND LIVE FOR MY PRIDE
NOT MY GULL.
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