I'm scared,
Because I have visions,
Of my youthful soul fleeting away,
As it grows older in this world.

The picture is clear,
That this world is in a messy twirl,
Economics,
Politics,
Religions,
States,
Individuals,
And our planet,
Are all vulnerable to chaos,
And as I grow older,
The hope within me is slowly losing its momentum,
The hope to make sense of it all,
The hope to find the honest truth.

The picture is clear,
The truth is near,
Somewhere deep within my soul,
A part I still haven't reached,
And the hope lingers within me,
That if I'll ever find it,
If I'll ever embrace it,
If I'll ever have the courage to accept it

However,
My hope for our earth maintains it course,
Driven by my rationale,
And that is,
If we've come this far in history with chaos dancing,
Around every corner,
Then where could we be tomorrow,
With peace standing by our side?