It is a difficult, difficult world,
Grim to the brim,
With some light in-between,
And though I wish, I know,
It can never be otherwise.
Otherwise, I would always
Sing anthems of hope,
Oh, there would be
A vast sky lined with scope.
But man has been, will always be,
A creature ready to inflict,
Disaster, upon its surroundings,
Of the highest degree.
Unaccepting of change,
And always on toes for revenge,
But who am I to complain?
What have I done to change?
It is a difficult, difficult world,
Grim to brim,
With some light in-between,
And though I wish, I know,
It can never be otherwise.
