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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