As I sit upon my chair,I stop,look and stare.
The nations have had a scare,How they act now is my fear.
Just like milllons sitting here everyday i wacth to see,
bitter twisted moods that surround me.
I feel we should not fight this battle on the street ,But by making these mad man weep.
How  dare they **** our chilldren,But how dare we **** theirs.
Iam glad Iam sat here and not there,But for me and you and millons to,We
know things will never change ,But still we have hope!
The world around always seem alittle grey,But honestly keep looking because theres is love found everyday,in the smalls ways.From the song of a bird,skies always blue,Bright flowers and the call of mother nature to.But most of all is the human touch, you can never love to much.