Kindness
Ah, the good old days,
Where people laugh and smile,
And children run and play.
Kindness stays in town for a while.
Oh, the pressing present,
Where people push and scorn,
And children hate and resent.
Kindness has been lost and mourned.
But, the hopeful future,
Where people love and serenade,
And children hug and adventure.
Kindness will present its brigade.
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