Our World

Wanting to be perfect though it cannot

We always think everything can be bought.

The World is a place hard to tell

Though too difficult in our minds to sell.

You will be opposed if you look towards the prose

But what the Earth really is is a dying rose.

All of the pain and trouble stuck in the world’s bubble

It will only get worse easily double.

Once it was beautiful now it is troubled

But of course the pain will be doubled.

The light comes flying through the darkness

And only the light will show some kindness.

This is a troubled place

But we have found no trace.

Of the beautiful world from a long time ago.

This is our World it will not change

But only worsen.

Our World.