Why does no-one notice me?
Its not like I'm not here.
They don't stop and say hello,
They just walk right through me.
Why am I never noticed?
Why does no-one care?
I've always been alone,
Since the day I was born.

There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants and  jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.

The Hurricane is fearless, it spins and moves blind.
It more powerful than two tornadoes combined.
It may seem so big and cruel,
Like the bully from high school.
But if your're ever scared of the hurricane don't be shy,
It'll always let you hide in its eye.

13.7 billion years ago,
The Universe was a place with no wind or snow,
Until the fateful day when all exploded,
When the atoms of the Universe unloaded,
The elements that make us up today,
And the Universe became awake.

The Earth was born from the stars,
They also created Pluto and Mars,
So although the Earth,
Is our hearth,
Our parents were the stars,
And thanks to their tears,
We are here.

I'm only young i haven't yet seen the world,
I'm only just  beginning  to understand,
How the world works and runs,
And how our world is everyones.

I've heard the world is a bad place,
That people **** and steal,
And others that try to and disgrace,
Our human race.

I've heard the world is a good place,
That people help and assist others,
And others that are really ace,
That say we are all brothers.

Mostly the world is an OK place,
It has places good and bad,
And although i am still young and still building my knowledge base,
I know the our world can be a great and happy place.

*We've got a long road ahead of us

The rumored end is over,
Its happened and its true,
The apocalypse came and took over,
And of course it came too soon.

The world is left in ruins,
Not a single creature is left,
The Earth itself is confused,
And the God is not impressed.

However one thing remains,
It is seen alone on an empty plain,
It stands on a field so beautiful and true,
A white flower just for you.

When world leaders go to war,
Don't they know what they've done?
Why do they hate each other so much?
Do we have to fight?
Do we have to ****?
Do we have to have to ruin families,
By killing the ones they love?
Why cant we do good deeds?
Why do they make us fight?
Nothing is a "must", stand up for what is right.

A tree was born a hundred years ago,
It beaten hellish, horrible winters,
And yet it still continuous to grow.
It defeated awful, dry  droughts,
And yet it still continuous to grow,

The tree a proud willow,
Blossoms every fall,
Its always ready for tomorrow,
And stands strong and tall.

Eons later when it can grow no more,
Its heavy trunk aches really sore,
When it can last no more,
It finally closes its door.