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| You've started to yell, scream, shout Disrespect has crossed your path But crying her eys out is the girl in the back room. Do you see her? Do you know her? Of course but do you see her pain? She watches the fight and knows it's not acting. Her family, friends, life. Ripping apart She cries for you. Do you not hear it? Are you stuck in this fight and can't be there to tell her it's ok? Respect is important to you but more important than a human life? She looks up but you don't notice. She prays for yuou, can you not feel it? Your yelling scares her, your violence makes her cry but she stays by you waiting for a change. Can you not yell, scream, shout? Can you not settle it like the wind settles the leaves? She knows it. So next time you yell, scream, shout think of the girl in the back room Think of your young daughter Think of... me. |
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