The world is so beautiful,
But I have to bring out of my beauty,
To make the world more beautiful,
But,
I have seen how we live,
Is mostly sad.
I asked myself, why things has to be like that,
When I know the world needs so much love?
Sometime I wish to be like the good dogs,
That they are very loyal to love they have for their owners,
So why can't we be like them that we should be graceful,
For the world our Mother Earth?
For I know that the Mother Earth is very capable of giving,
But I am well-aware that she can destroy us,
But it is not that all that she can destroy,
Mostly we destroy ourselves with our enemy-minds.
To heal the Mother Earth to be beautiful,
Is to heal ourselves,
But who will, I wonder?
If one person is healing so will others,
But it seems so impossible,
For our history has been like that,
To destroy all that we know is past,
But why do I think like that way?
I am not a perfect human being,
Nor am I a non-sinner,
Because I am a sinner like others,
But my soul won't rest until I heal,
Is what my feel like.
