I REMEMBER WHEN THINGS WAS SO SIMPLE. YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING THE SMELL OF FRESH BECON IN THE AIR, MOM AND DAD SITING AT THE TABLE SIDE CONVERSTAION ABOUT WHAT HAPPENING YERSATDAY I ALLOWED MYSELF TO BE SILENT AS I APPOARCH THREW THE DOOR. A YOUNG WOMEN CAME BY. HER EYE'S SO WIDEN WITH HORROR IN HER EYE'S. AS I STAND NEAR, MOTHER SUDDENLY APPOARCH. AND ASK WHATS WRONG MY CHILD. SHE RESPOND WITH A CRY. I BEEN BET DOWN BY THIS MAN, WITH A DRINK IN HIS HAND, BASELY I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND. WHY THIS MAN WAS STILL STANDING SHE HAD BRUISES IN HER FACES I ALLOWED MY SELF TO LOOK AWAY. AS MY KNEES WEAKING I WAS LOSS WITH WORDS, I WANTED TO WALK TO THAT PERSONS AND DO WHAT I DO, PUT A VOICES CAMES TO ME, AND I JUST STARTED TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT THIS WOMEN WITH PAIN IN YOUR EYE'S, THE SONG IS, GOD IS IN YOUR PATH MY CHILD WAIT ON HIM. SO I SING TO HER AS SHE STAND WITH A TEAR, GOD GIVE ME THIS TALENT AND I WILL USE IT IN HIS NAME, FOR OTHERS THAT WALK IN PAIN,TO MAKE THEM FEEL FOR THAT MOMENT. AND LET THIS WOMEN KNOW WE DO CARE FOR ALL THAT BEEN HURT

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I WRITE THIS BECAUSE I WANTED TO SHARE THIS WITH OTHERS THAT HAS BEEN THREW

THIS, WE CARE.