There are too many days where I try,
and far too many nights where I cry.
And as the world is in pain, so am I.
Thoughts rushing to my head, all so bright.
A portrait painted under a thousand lies,
tells a horrid tale beneath the milky way sky,
of what was meant to be a rather kind life,
and yet men are stricken down with knives.
Children, all dead, the future covered in red.
Their lives are given up to countless greedy men,
who want nothing but money, money to spend.
And I try so hard not to deal with this pain,
but it is inevitable, you see. It is the human way.
And this saddens me deeply, I must say,
but it is something that we all must face.
And in this ugly place, we find ourselves in a race
to the finish line, to where we may fly,
soar, and raise ourselves to something more.
To climb the highest mountain, or to fall,
it won’t matter as long as you’ve given your all.
And as the cloudy sky clears, and a rainbow appears,
I can tell that it will be a good day, today.
And I can tell that, perhaps, it shall remain this way.
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