The World

by meaghan   Dec 1, 2005


I never thought I'd see the day,
when the world is perfect.
And there'd be love and compassion,
instead of hate and spite.
And we all know that it's a dream not a reality to have a perfect world.
There will never be a day,
when the world is perfect,
it's just a dream.
The reality is that this world is being destroyed but hate and spite
slowly day by day, night by night.
Always.

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