I wonder.
I wonder if I'm the only one here,
Who sees the crumbling world,
Who sees the destroyed families,
Who sees the broken people.
Is it really just me?
Because as I look out on to this world filled with hatred,
And sadness,
And brokenness,
All I can wish for is a better day,
A better world,
A better time.
Because then maybe
All those bright lights could stop flickering,
And all that darkness could stop consuming,
And maybe everyone would finally be happy,
Happy with themselves,
Happy with their family,
Happy with their neighbors,
Happy with their place in the world.
But right now,
Right now all I see,
Is a place torn apart by hate,
And all I can bring myself to do,
Is wish it wasn't so.
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