In the history of mankind,
Many lies have been told
We have forgotten our purpose,
Thrown away the old
We have forgotten what love is,
We've cloaked our souls with lies
Now the only place our truth exists,
Is in a newborns eyes
We all sit back and say,
There's nothing we can do
We watch the strong feast upon the weak,
Strangle them out, watch them turn blue
Hope, stayed in the bottom of Pandoras box,
For the good of all mankind
'Tis hope that makes the world go round,
And keeps most from being blind
You may think your kindness means nothing
And that good has ceased to be
But consider each kindness a water drip,
Its a multitude of drips, that created the sea