Nothing we can do

There is so much to do, with so little time to do so.
A lot of people wonder why bad things happen to good people, but no one will never know.

The world is turning.
Our hearts are still burning.
Everyone is still sinning.
The devil has been winning.

Hurricane Katrina was 1 **** of a hurricane.
It left a lot of people with tears in there eyes.
Thousands of family/friends died.
Life is just too much pain.

Maybe the world is coming to an end.
Maybe another day wont pass by.
I am gonna set a good example and be there when everyone crys.
The only thing we can go to bed.
And say the things that needed to be said.

Note: This poem is about every thing that has been happening and I wrote this for anyone who feels pain every day. And the only thing we can do is pray.