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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
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Di11y Da11y
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