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I slowly opened my tired eyes I couldn't feel anything Numbness consumed my body I look around at my surroundings I realize I'm under a willow And all of a sudden,
God do you hear me when I cry? Do you feel my pain? You allowed your son to be slain. He probably felt my pain dragging that cross through a hot desert Hurt and feeling forsake Somedays I can imagine that.
To the cop haters who don't know what they do for you who don't feel the pain they feel. Some of America's most compassinate people are the ones who serve and protect. So don't launch into some