He puts words from his heart in every line; I've read them on a writer's site and you would have to be blind, not to know the tragedies he lives and sees, while, here I sit, just shooting the breeze.
This world, so big and wide, makes it difficult to be at his side, but,
I'd like him to know, there are those, who care very much and wish we knew the magic words or touch, to stop the killing, the terror, the hate, because it's never, never too late.
When will we ALL see, everyone should be allowed to be?