A Pool of Truth

I'm sitting alone
in the rain tonight
wondering about this life
is it always right?

water pouring down my face
a pool cupped in my hands
whats this world coming to?
does anyone understand?

i look into the water
and see a little city
its all worn and torn down
its really such a pity

the picture has changed
a forest i now see
burning flames and smoke in the air
it looks so horrible to me

picture is changing again
now i see a fight
there is two different men
who will make it right?

one is fighting for war
the other one peace
hasn't this world fought enough?
why cant it all cease?

our world is dying
unless we help fix it
by letting this world go to waste
a crime we commit

this poem is simply to say
we need to fix this world fast
stop the violence and corruption
otherwise we wont last