The world is grey now,
I see through broken eyes.
Mislead and misunderstood in the end,
I don't cry.

I see the injustice,
as I walk through the concrete jungle.
Poor man suffers while rich man prospers,
reaps the reward of a rich uncle.

The world is crying,
and I can hear them all.
Their cries for justice and a land without corruptness,
pierce my ears.

Storm clouds clutter my thoughts,
lightning strikes my unlit brain,
now it sits, aflame,
electricity courses through the tunnels.
I feel the charge,
I shake the strife,
I feel the life,
I feel the need,
to save the world.