The World I See
Violence spreads, misinterpreted words are read
feelings are hurt; times spiraling from bad to worse
families dreading their loved ones who fall victim to the streets
Within this scene the wickedest isn't thy who's actions tend to be sought
it is now at a destination where determination isn't a matter worth being fought
Thy who shows gratitude is consider the weak
Maybe it is thy world that has lost all composure
mourning, suffering , grieving the actions of our youth who lack closure
as we grow we learn; as we learn we live,
throughout the insanity of life's catastrophes
humanity exist within thy who seeks a change
one who can do more than endure the heaviest of rain
for I love but I not forget those who wronged me in term of need
i grab hold of my destiny and we rocket into the stars for this is who we are
And this is what we see
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