compassionate
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I awake to my alarm another day of work lies ahead
I begin to creep out of bed and hear your quiet morning voice
Asking me for coffee half asleep, I don’t hesitate
Sometimes words can be tossed,
Their actual meanings lost.
Sometimes words are hand selected,
The boy who was made of bones
The boy who never stopped sweltering
The boy who had no clothes
The boy who only scavenged
The boy who only knew sorrow
The boy who lost a family...
As we were walking
she started talking
caught me off guard
started asking me questions
and the questions were hard
I could tell she was scarred
by the way that she asked
