People judge why should it be,
On life style , skin and money ,
You need to take a moment and breath
God has given it to you free
Don't walk by casting a blind eye
I see their fear, I see their tears,
Wish that I could take it all away,
I hear their whispers I feel their pain,
I wish there was a way .
Open your eyes, look and listen
A big part of life's progression
It's fate that these differences stand in front of you,
A river of purity , steaming from a red rosé.
Along the steam is a thorn
You will still pick it, coz its beautiful ,
We all have a thorn or two
I wish you'd try to remember
The river flows through you and I
We are from the same rose bush
We are just all individual seeds
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