Life's a journey of togetherness,
They've live it as an individual's race,
Their hunger for a single coin, a total disgrace.
Acting like demons to destroy mother nature,
Is this where they've found rapture?
They were born not just to exist, but to live,
Taking all through greed,
and hesitating in what they're meant to give.
Denying the kindness and purity of souls,
Their unworthy ego, filthy bowls.
What if we could drown in someone else's tears,
Giving them a single hand to wipe away the fears.
Cruelty, wars, destruction, one day will all sound a mess,
I've seen the men more, but humanity less.
