Paint the World

A paint brush, simple and small,

That can be filled with bright, filling colors

Sorts that cover the history that covers

Those crackled, ancient canvases

Violet justifies, Sapphire destroys

The lives and brinks of sanity

With this brush, the world will change

As it covers the old and brightens the new

The things humanity would change

With that magic brush,

The hunger pains, the lack of water,

Environment, death

The worst of the worst, the most common answer

Sickness of loved ones

Me? Cancer, I would dispel,

Destroy, and kill like it has done to others

Loved ones back and forth,

Hair on the floor, disheartened eyes

Throughout this beautiful world

Which sunset will be the last?

If I held that mystical brush in my hand,

The world would be changed,

The suffering of loved ones, gone,

And much love shared.