The Terrors In The World
As I lay in my bed at night
I pray that I won’t have a fright
My heart hits the sky
My brain does a war cry
Because things aren’t always black and white
The movies depict strange, weird things
Like crazy, cruel dictators and kings
Alien invasions
And selfish restrictions
They all hold back happiness’ strings
Perhaps that noise is a fighter jet
Or nuclear bombs about to set
Either way it’s not fair
How there’s greed everywhere
I just wish the world could forget
I hope my children don’t think as I
So they don’t have to turn a blind eye
The bad may decrease
So the thoughts may cease
Time will only tell as it goes by
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