In a world full of hate

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 In a world full of hate and despair,

there may be times we feel nothing can compare,
where it seems to be, beyond repair.
In a world that's cold, and no sense of right,
why try with all our might?
Sometimes a black hole seems more appealing than the world we live in,
and this hate and anger are heavy and make it hard for us to even fake a grin.
In a world full of corruption and confusion,
there seems to be no more unique distinction.
Where has all the will power for one to fight gone?
Has it all been too difficult, the thought of it, makes us yawn?
What ever happened to love?
Is it something we've all become to believe we're undeserving of?
What has this world come to?
Does no one find the need to change their point of view?
To find the a way to exceed or push through?
Open your eyes, and see the beauty.
There is no point in being so gloomy.
Sometimes all we need to do is find some music and get a little groovy.
There is not enough hate in this world, let's not be so absurd,
there is a lot more to what we deserve.
Let us not worry, there is no need to hurry.
A sense of happiness, can help with this sense of madness.
Smile sincerely, even if to some it may seem it only happens rarely.
Love with all your might, and forget about those that are in your line of sight.
Be as unique as you can be,
because it's what makes you, you, guaranteed.
So forget this cold world, and let it become a blur.
You are who you are, all we have to do is, believe, it is so easy to achieve. 

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