In this mad world,
we love and ask for peace;
for wars to end,
for hate, to cease.
We ask for joy,
and quiet times;
when we can read
a book or someone's rhyme.
In this mad world,
we pray for no more killing;
it tears the soul apart,
the death bell keeps on ringing.
We seek the solace,
of the love of others;
before we douse the light,
and slip underneath the covers.
In this mad world,
we have to hold our candles high;
to fight against the darkness,
of the nightly skies.