Somethings we all have in common
Is a fear of troubles.
A baby to an adult, they fear
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They run away from them
Laughing at the corner are troubles
They get scared easily of
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They don’t want to face
Such a delicate thing called troubles
They just think it’s a faze
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They feel the need to be unsolved
Because they are being chased by troubles
They don’t want to be living
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

It is time they face
Their own troubles
It is time they make amends with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They need to stand and be brave
And let loose of their troubles
They need to be shaking hands with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They can do it, I might say
As it is not a troubled thing, which is troubles
They can let go of them
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

Where have we lost humanity
Along the way to the present?
Why is there so much insanity
That we don’t even resent?

Why have people become so rude
To their own kind?
Why is there always a rude
Remark that people tend to find?

People just stand and watch
A person just wanting to be helped.
They’ve lost their hearts, their humanity.
And they’re so fazed that the guilt can’t even be felt.

We didn’t used to be like this!
This is not why our mother gave birth to us.
We were here to spread love and kindness
Instead, we decide to make a greater fuss.

I don’t want for people to hate
Each other enough to ****
Treat People With Kindness, I’ll chant
And I’ll hope for all this to be stilled.

This is where we’ve come to stand
In a time so advanced
That we forget where we belong.
It has got us all in a trance.

I think the hearts have taken themselves to stones,
Not wanting to change, not wanting to turn gold.
This is the end of humanity in hearts,
That once God wanted to be for love and souls.