See my hand reaching out for you

I walk through these streets of mud
I get why you stopped believing in God
I feel your pain in my body
and this is what I see

A brother, an equal, a friend
a heart full of sores, so hard to mend
He’s fighting a war we can’t understand
I’m mereley a visitor in his land
He’s just like you, and like me
But he has seen so many secrets we don’t see
He’s pushing a wagon filled with stone
It’s breaking my heart, he pushes it alone

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