Feed My Sheep


Cold and lonely,
Out on the street,
Without hope or health, your father sat.
His eyes were empty.
Remember when he protected you?

Cold and lonely,
Out on the street
Without hope or health, your mother sat.
Her hands were withered.
Remember when she cred for you?

Cold and lonely,
Out on the street,
Without hope or health,your brother sat.
His feet were bleeding.
Remember when he played with you?

Cold and lonely,
Out on the street
Without hope or health, you sat.
Your eyes were empty.
Your hands were withered
Your feet were bleeding:

Remember.

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