Bloody

He remembers
A time when he stopped
For every beggar
For every orphan
When he stood up
For the oppressed
For the deceased
He would try to help
As best as he can
He could not help himself
Something inside him
Spurred him on
To do the right thing
He had this thing
Had a bleeding heart
But that was back then
The world changed him
Made him cold
Indifferent to others
Yet he recalls
Dreams wild dreams
Of a better place
Of a better world
A world that embraces
Kindness and love
Justice and mercy
A world that inspires
Men to stop
For every beggar & orphan
To stand up
For the oppressed
And the deceased
He realizes
That he sorely misses
That he still wants
Yearns to be that man
A man with a
Bloody bleeding heart

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