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Where in this world that oft divides
Can true compassion show its face,
I doubted that I'd ever see but I was wrong,
I've see it's place.
It's there on every nurse's brow
In each and every Doctors' eyes.
Joined by a common foe,
Defeat is not a word they know.
The world will wait with bated breath,
Send love to fuel the tired army
Their clapping hands provide the muster
That each and every service worker
Deserved to hear forever after,
When the terror passes as it must
Let compassion be the trail it leaves in you,
in me, in the very dust that is all that's
left of the many that sleep.