Standing On A Hill

Standing on a hill

Feels like I am queen of the world

The city lights dance before my innocent eyes

The whispers that float to my ears

You are beautiful

The world is beautiful

If only we could see

The homeless vagrant begging for food

A child's screams for pain to end

Abused animals on the side of the road 

Wondering what we did wrong

Standing on a hill

My corrupt eyes wander

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