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Terrorized and haunted, by actions of past

A gun to his head, and awaiting the blast

Crying for help, in ways we can’t see

That terrorized person could be you, or be me

So judge not from vision, judge not from your eyes

Judge with your soul, you may be surprised

The bullet that sits, in that chamber of death

Could end his hurt life, and take not a breath

So once in your lifetime, when you see hurt and despair

Judge not the hurt person, but the child within there

That child longs to be free, wants to come out and say

I am free from my torture, now I can live one more day.