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see through my eyes,
fathom my fears,
walk in my footsteps,
taste of my tears.

in brotherhood
I beseech you,
please, take my hand —
I’ll guide you through

back streets of strife.
bloody fields of war
can be a rebirth —
we deserve much more.

open your heart
to the poor at your feet.
allow in the blessings —
may make you complete.

we all are the same,
happiness we seek —
end this suffering,
empower the weak.

we ask not a gift,
but to share what we have,
as brothers and sisters —
to our souls a salve.