Your Spark
War brings death and despair
Even to a 3 year old boy with black hair.
A Turkish beach stained with blood,
Innocents caught by The Flood.
A father weeps, the world cries.
No one should see a child die.
Red and blue stain the mind,
Hope gets hard to find.
The economy is beat
Nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat.
A man sits against a brick wall,
Playing with his pooch, throwing a ball.
And if, by chance, food does come by
He shares with his dog, with a smile and a sigh.
With a furry-haired friend
Hope can never end.
The world is dark,
The world is unfair,
But don't lose your spark,
Hope is still there.
Look a you cup,
Say it's half full.
If you fall get up.
Fear is null.
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