Infinite

May 5, 2014

We are small

We are insignificant

But we are the world

Does anyone know?

This life is no mistake

Rather an inevitablity

We are the world

We hold so much potential

But this potential is squandered

On labels used to control, divide and spite

But we can overcome

We are the world

And we are Infinite

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