Problems We Make

The world buries problems underground

With no hesitation it takes

While we walk over the mound

All the problems the world makes

 

Problems look better in pitch black night

Confronting problems during the day gives use aches

We can not handle the true sight

All the problems the world makes

 

Look away from our mistakes

Enough problems to fill the great lakes

All the problems the world makes

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