I look at the world
And see everything dancing
Caught up in a swirl
And always advancing
This is the world,
Where I dare not to exist
Where promises are just words
And there still are racists
Where the right to dreams
Are only for the chosen
Where the poor man’s screams
Are half way frozen
I look through my window
At the clear starry sky
Heart saddened for the low
And angered for the high
I notice a helpless child
Walking down the pavement
Shivering with cold and fright
With no one for encouragement
I fight back the tears
That flow for that boy
Breaking my fears,
I venture for the joy
Which I get from helping
Every poor man
With no regrets dwelling
By bringing him to my land
But first I thank HIM
For every step near
To raise someone’s dream
By answering his prayers.
TheHyperteen 