How cruel this world is,
Taking lives one by one.
Suicides, murders, all of the above.
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How cruel this world is,
Hushing a baby's breath.
Poor little child,
Destined to death.
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How cruel this world is,
Bullies in abundance.
Words "can't kill"
Yet, another suicide, another absence.
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How cruel this world is,
Crushing a childs dreams.
For that child now has no hope,
And is now bathing in streams.
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How cruel this world is,
Drugs and beer go round,
And the ones who take them,
Are in the ground.
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How cruel this world is,
With the poor in need,
In the rich mans money,
There is none but greed.
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How cruel this world is,
Full of hate and regret,
And you help no one,
You take all you can get.
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But why must you be so greedy?
Why not help the needy?
Why not step up now,
Before someone else tells you how.
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Do it now, before its too late,
For someone's life may be at stake.
Don't just go and follow the crowd,
Be yourself, and be proud.
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This cruel world,
Needs more light,
Step up now,
Or give up and flight.
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How cruel this world is,
So unforgiving.
And look at you,
Where are you sitting?
Why not try to make a change?
No matter how small,
A change is a change.
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And if one person can make one difference,
What if we all help, we are infinite.
Our numbers can help them all,
And so I ask you to help stop the fall.
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For how cruel this world is,
It will not change,
Unless we change it,
For this cruel world will continue its reign,
Unless we commit.
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This cruel cruel world has no chance,
So stand together, and hold your stance,
Against this cruel, cruel world,
And its consequence.
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Clouds of Thought
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