As I sit at this place
I look out and see disgrace,
The people here are none too wise
Of their lives, but have disguise,
A peaceful place with beauty grows
The meaning here which no one knows,
And shards of glass upon the ground
Show carelessness is to be found,
I look for things to make me wise
But find little else but to despise,
I know now we can't go on
For when death comes, it's our last song,
We must have fun and joy
For only this life we can enjoy.
To live and see
The things that be
Keep evolving around
You and me,
The walks of life
And the world's spinning
War of countries Is anyone winning?
What's it worth
The fight that goes on
Will anybody admit
That they are wrong,
No one wins
Everyone dies
World relations
Are a bunch of lies,
If this goes on
Kiss the planet good bye.
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