Wreckage

Standing in the wreckage of a broken world,

I see shattered dreams of every boy and girl.

Tears fall from my eyes as I explore this mess.

I feel tired from all this unhappiness.

Standing in the wreckage of a broken life,

I see everyone struggling through this strife.

Men and women striving for that buck.

Doing anything while their babies are out of luck.

Standing in the wreckage of a broken heart,

I see flames being snuffed out before they start.

People wallow in sadness and pain.

They hope for the sun, but all they have is rain.

This wreckage clouds my senses.

We all lower our defenses.

We’re harmless without unity.

We need to make that a reality.