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

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.

There once were four brothers,
Who looked just like each other.
They lived together,
On the hills of heather.
Together they worked hard every day,
To bring back their daily pay.
Although they looked alike,
They each had the likes and dislikes.

The first brother by the name of Summer,
Who loved the sun and the bee's hummer,
He would sit by the stream,
Eating ice cream,
And enjoying the nice hot weather.

The second brother by the name of Spring,
Who loved the flowers and living things.
He would watch the flowers grow,
And feel the wind softly blow.

The third brother by the name of Autumn,
Who loved the leaves as they sink into the lake bottom.
He would sketch the leaves as they fall,
As he sat along the garden wall.

The fourth brother by the name of Winter,
Who loved the snow as it starts to fall bigger.
He would make igloos and snowmen,
And watch the pond's water go frozen.

When the four brothers had gone and went,
They named the seasons their events,
For theres a time where you wish to be cold,
And other times where you wish to be warm!

I scream and you scream,
We all scream for ice cream.

But when we ask our mummy,
For some money,
Why do we get hardly any at all?

You don't need me
No you really don't.
You'll be fine on your own,
So its fine, let me go.