I see the trees
cut into piece
i smell the air
it smell's of dirt
the water's are dead
the land is a mess
the creature's are dying
our planet is crying
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
I hear her cry
can you listen
tick tick tick
her heart is beating
as fast as the clock
for fear of the unknown
her womb is a victim
and we are the oppressor's
what have we done
what have we done
to the world.
Put away the fire
rust the saw's
obliterate the hate
heal the world.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
Life is a race
never to be erazed
life is a journey
filled with bitter and horney
it is a scripture packed with
load's of picture
life is a bus driving down the
road to our future
it is the proof of our existence
the measure of our prominence
it is a gift from the creator
one with no superior
life
life is beautifull
as beautifull as the blooming
of a rose flower
life
life is good.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 6:37 AM UTC