dosomething
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Micah Gayman
She's overwhelmed with emotions often when she feels hopeless
drowning in her depression who saves her when there is no savior?
There's much to do,
with little time.
There's much to change,
Where do I stand?
What can I do?
What should I do?
Maybe something,
Maybe anything.
Days are passing,
Every day you live your life becomes more awesome.
Vitality fills your breath every second you stand on this earth.
i feel trapped
secluded
like in a closed box
i look around
faces all around me
passing me by
forgetting im here
i yell and scream
but no one stops
People are starving
Becoming homeless and dying
We got to make a change
By making a committee we can arrange
The power to work and the power to try,The power to tell the truth and the power to lie,This power is within us all.But look around see how we’ve fallenShort of what we could be.
What would I Change?
That Question of Old,
It follows, it nags, begging to dwell,
In the center of your mind,
"Think of me, Think of me, All the time!"
I want to give freedom!
I want to give it now
To the African child
thrust into warfare at random
to the the millions starving men, women, and children
to the thousands of kids
All I see is vast, empty nothing, oblivion
Nothing can be changed, nothing
And it plagues me like an existential schism
But isnt nothing good?
To listlessly waste away
Life is not easy, so why should we make it harder
There are lines in the sand and heartache in the hearts of millions
So,
When you make a child cry you have crossed a line
A broken watch lies in my hands
It seems to have died the day I found my fate
Like the burden of knowledge I must act
In fact, run and race time before he beats me to my own game
A head start would suffice
