The suns plea

On this day of beautiful spring,
The flowers seem to sing,
The sun shines bright overhead, watching all,
Even if everything is quite small,

But on a day of utter beauty,
The sun cant help but cry a plea,
Why cant I see anyone's face?
Why cant I see care and grace?

Isn't anybody there at all?
To help the ones that cry and fall?
Isn't there anyone to see the good in someone?
To laugh with them and have fun?

Isn't there love anywhere?
Can they just scream and swear?
Isn't there any hugs and tears of joy?
Or is there just money for the newest toy?

Am I shining to bright to see,
Any smiles they throw at me?
Do they really love each other?
Did they really have a mother?

Why is there so much pain?
Why do they think their sane?
Hate, greed, murder, and disloyalty,
Why do they consider themselves royalty?

What is it that makes them hate?
Is it just a family trait?
Why do they call their own brethren names?
Is other people's pain and despair part of their games?

Do they enjoy the hurt of others?
Why should they hurt their own brothers?
Was life unfair in the beginning?
Do they just like the idea of winning?

What do they think they can accomplish?
To be the best is that their wish?
Do they just want to live life one day at a time?
Is having a purpose a crime?

But in the world of dark there is some light,
I can see it now, yes, that's right,
There are some that help those in need,
There are some who have conquered greed,

There is love and joy there,
There are people who care,
And why didn't I see,
The smiles shining brightly to me?

I can see laughing and kin playing,
Don't you see what I'm saying?
There is a purpose to life,
Despite all the hate and strife,

To live for yourself and others is your destiny,
To live, love, and laugh, wouldn't you agree?
And now this beautiful day of spring,
Makes us all want to sing.