Attension:

by tragic   Feb 9, 2005


I don't care no more
sick of drowning
When will I get to the shore

I'm pissed off at the world
every time i think about it
It makes me want to hurl
We've destroyed what is more precious than a pearl
So much pain as in the eyes of a troubled little girl
And as the world keeps twirling
I keep on hurling
my mind set on cycles swirling

wishing the world would just stop and let me off
We've given Our planet a ruthless cough
And the cure exists beyond our grasp
While you people just sit there and laugh
yeah some people care
But not even close to half
Of over 6 billion people
You do the math

Peace

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  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    And the cure exists beyond our grasp

    that single line appealed to me most greatly...very well written....getting better!! much love to you

    Love Heather.