The world has passed by,
I almost feel,
I was left behind.
The people are caught up in wars in hate,
And hideous things I never tried to taste.
But it's running through my lukewarm veins,
Every day.
When I see people hurt,
or when people flirt.
In such a world,
Can I afford,
To be lukewarm?
With the unborn crying in pain,
And the corrupt killers getting paid?
In this world,
Take the bull my the horns,
And never ever,
Be lukewarm.