The only thing we can change in this world is ourselves
The world may be going to hell
With all the political dismay
Hate crimes happening each day
People depressed buried in dismay
Unsure which direction to head in,
lost aimlessly from
path to path they sway
Fearing the echo of their own voice
Their unique perspective will be unaccepted,
For it makes far too
much noise
So we are all captains of sinking ships
Smiling falsely, yet with reality we lose grips
Looking for contentment by fattening our hips
Painting a smile, onto our shouting lips
And we all see the misery of others
Empathetically try to help our sisters and brothers
But how can we help each other if we constantly fall?
If our knees are too weak and sink to the ground
How do we expect to stand tall?
By taking care of ourselves we can help those around
and together link hands & rise up from the ground.
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