Why must the world go round and round?
When there are no answers to be found?
Why does the world fly so quick?
People forced where they do not fit?
Why does the world rush and speed?
And fail to realize those in need?
Why must the sky be dark and grey?
Passing by in a weary way?
Why must the sky shot and turn?
Why must it be that we never learn?
Why does the sky hide at times?
Just like the stars that always shine?
Today we must pause
Find our own cause
Find ourselves a shining light
Find ourselves a reason to fight
And with each day that passes by
We must ask the world why?
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Stars
PoetryWords Words are like stars Far away And bright Shining in the dead of night A ray of hope A whisper Accompanying the moon Stars Stars are like words Always there Though sometimes seldom seen Guiding Leading Promising A new tomorrow Stars
