The Time To Care


I know so many people.
From such different walks of life.
Some make a living with their hands.
Others with gun or knife.
Some work their fingers to the bone.
Merely to survive.
While others would sale their very souls.
Just for one more high.
But we've all two things in common.
For no one knows not fear.
And somewhere along the road of life.
We've taken the time to care.

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