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Walk a mile in my shoes
Before you're quick to judge.
See my life, through my eyes,
Before you hold a grudge.
No one knows what I've been through
Or how many tears I've cried.
No one cares about the pain
And the grief I've tried to hide.
If you look beyond the surface,
Past only the faults you see,
There is a heart of goodness.
That heart belongs to me.
So, don't say that I've done wrong
And try to cast the first stone
Because, sitting in your judgment seat,
You're hiding sins of your own.
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