To think, to do,
to say, to mean,
they're all completely different things.
The thought is confined,
wrapped around making the world right
but the simple truth is,
there will always be a fight.
Peace has no meaning
in a world of hate.
That's why the few that are nice
are remembered as great.
But they soon would break
just as did the rest,
and being nice
once again becomes a test.
It shouldn't be a test
and soon people will see
the dark and vicious truth
of what the world has come to be.
The treatment given to others
is not what they deserve.
And if I had the power
I'd rebuild the world, reversed.