Truth

It's true to say I can't understand What it's like to struggle In another land A conceptual view Entirely created By all I've experienced Pieced together, collated Not only that But I could change street Find hardships unfathomable No money to eat Whilst I sit here Spend money on a whim If only I understood I'd give my money to them But often a barrier Exists in the brain Desensitises, closes off From feeling stranger's pain Our eyes sometimes open Overwhelmed by what we see We give, we weep, we try, knowing But for the grace of God goes me