We see the world around us
but not for what it truly is.
What I see it's killing me,
It's wrong, don't you feel it in your bones.
My life isn't the best at home.
I may seem happy and pure,
but inside I'm severely sore.
I want to see the stars at night,
to see the sun set with a fading light,
to be loved unconditionally,
but you see it really is a mystery
why we result to killing,
when people are revealing,
no food for the needy,
while others sit greedy.
Yet our cries are muffled because the world just
doesn't hear what desperately needs to be heard.
They didn't notice that the birds have stopped singing,
that the trees are splitting,
that the truth has stopped winning,
What do we do when the world is escaping
what do we do when the world has stopped playing
what do we do when the world we see isn't what it's cut out to be.
