The world turns heavy, rusted, worn,
its edges sharp, its promise torn.
I walk through days that don’t make sense,
where kindness feels like self-defense.

I see the cracks, the lost, the blind,
the weight of greed, the waste of time.
But deep inside, I know, I know,
the way the world was meant to go.

Where hands build up, not tear apart,
where words bring healing, truth, and heart.
Where justice walks with steady feet,
and love is not a thing to cheat.

I hold that dream, though storms may rise,
though shadows stretch across the skies.
For even if the road is long,
I'll keep the tune, I'll hum the song.

Because to see, to know, to fight...
is proof that hope still burns in light.