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Men without compassion
Who among us has no care
Who among us has nothing to share
Always, there is something to give
It's part of life, why we live
I see it through eyes clouded in pain
I hear it in the sounds though dulled by rain
Knowledge, it's there for all who will learn
Wisdom, for all whom time has turned
We must wake up from this reality; it's not what it seems
We must remember our dreams
Heal the hearts and lives torn by greed, lust and anger
torn by love for self, more than the care of strangers
How has it come to this fruition
Does it really matter that we are men without compassion
Compassion is life, our reason for living
Compassion is truly worth our giving