Just A Thought

I am a teacher of children and father with none I am an artist with a different frame of mind There is nothing that strikes me like the lack of trust and care Among fellow humans, what a waste and I don't dare Please tell me the real motive, I will try to understand The time is getting shorter, let's make this moment fine We breath the same air, we use the same soil The water is all ours and the skies we all do share What else is in there that is hard to comprehend ? Don't we all look for the same in our lives and in our destiny ? Let's stop and think and let's set a change Because the time is ours and our children will be soon gone Or we will find ourselves mourning in the middle of a quiet storm It all seems so ironic that after all our years See ? at the end of the road ? There is something for all of us, dear The same hole and the same fear Let's live with ample joy because our hour is almost here