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Am here to talk with you For you are strong You help me to breath When feeling suffocated with heart racing You have always calmed me… Not like them Beating the ones down whom sparkle To conform, diminish All for profit from their downtrodden existence Turning others into victims That is precisely what they desire to do and do With no empathy, for if people heal from the abuse they inflict They could not continue their elaborate lifestyles I can't seem to get my head around it When I was raised I went to the doctor to get better A doctor was not just a respected valued member of society The doctor heals, helps people, caring, God-like These days it’s different Most doctors just want to be paid for their book knowledge and Ohhh the dentists likewise Who truly cares about another when corruptions poison ones soul? Am sure there are still good people, I must have faith, trust but In society I do not and it makes me feel sad Though Thank You for hearing me You never say a bad word Big old tree.