Unperfect mold

As i sit in this chair lone some and cold,
I think to my self how will the rest of life unfold
People are dying,
and homeless children are crying.
The worlds at war
and nothing will open a better door.
Life is a gamble we continue to bet on,
And when we loose we wake to find our dearest loved ones dead are gone
So i sit and watch the sun rise,
as more and more loved ones say their good buys
And i think to me self will life get better as i am told?
Or are we all gonna fall in to this unperfect mold