When I talk to others, we talk loud and clear.
When I finally tell them that “hey, dooms day is near.”
I mention the world and the way that it burns.
The way that the animal lives and yearns
for the days when the humans weren’t taking their families and homes,
away from them.
I remember to mention the catastrophic events
of the world that we live in at all it’s expense.
When they say stop, I forget to hear.
......
A little small world, is the one that we live in.
It’s a very little small world in the midst of the space.
It’s a little world, with little room.
It’s a small world of impending doom.
But that’s not the tale I wanna tell,
It’s the tale of all that went well.
So strap on your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride,
cause nothing beats history and standing with pride,
for this little small world, that we call our home.
When will stop the hate?
And hold itself in a peaceful embrace
As starving children are being fed
When will we stop the killing the planet?
I hear about it every day
I watch the news and it saddened me every time
I read the paper and I just want to cry
I remember when I was young
What was happening in one country didn't affect here
We would go on with our business
......
Her mind is the ocean
Helpless to the tides but
Seldom in peril
Her heart is the mountains
Confident and strong
Immobile yet ever-growing
Her eyes are the sky
Shaped by the clouds
......
The world is:
too loud
too proud
too cocksure
too obtrusive
too assertive
too self-absorbed
too demanding
too invasive
......
When will stop the hate?
And hold itself in a peaceful embrace
As starving children are being fed
When will we stop the killing the planet?
I hear about it every day
I watch the news and it saddened me every time
I read the paper and I just want to cry
I remember when I was young
What was happening in one country didn't affect here
We would go on with our business
......
The world is:
too loud
too proud
too cocksure
too obtrusive
too assertive
too self-absorbed
too demanding
too invasive
......
The world is no larger than
the furthest stretch
of my imagination
A little small world, is the one that we live in.
It’s a very little small world in the midst of the space.
It’s a little world, with little room.
It’s a small world of impending doom.
But that’s not the tale I wanna tell,
It’s the tale of all that went well.
So strap on your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride,
cause nothing beats history and standing with pride,
for this little small world, that we call our home.
When I talk to others, we talk loud and clear.
When I finally tell them that “hey, dooms day is near.”
I mention the world and the way that it burns.
The way that the animal lives and yearns
for the days when the humans weren’t taking their families and homes,
away from them.
I remember to mention the catastrophic events
of the world that we live in at all it’s expense.
When they say stop, I forget to hear.
......