[ Passing through times open arms is harder than it seems, ]

Passing through times open arms is harder than it seems,
so many things get in the way,
like love, hope and dreams,
we try to avoid these road blocks,
because we cannot except them.
But when we let go and try to relax
its not easy to reject them.
Our hope does not fade,
we want a better life, one that shows us our accomplishments,
but not all is easy when we have to fight to have our voices heard,
still we hope that the sun will shine,
the moon will be full,
the  breeze warm,
but in reality our lives are like a winter storm,
tossing and changing and unpredictable,
we fight for the warmth,
fight for the love,
fight so we can say afloat.
Some days its calm,
and some its chaos

but it will all pass,

when we find our way

a brighter day dawns,

 We dream in gold and silver,

wealth and greed,

but if we looked closer we might actually see what our fellow man needs

stravation wrecks so many childern's future, they do no have a chance,

but we let it happen anyways, with out a passing glance

so why can we let this happen

when did our contious disapear?

We only want whats best for ourselfs,

but it could be a better world,

if we stopped to see,

that everything and everyone has their basic needs.

We all must join together,

with one common goal in hand,

to make this world a better place,

to replace greed and wealth

with love and passion

many suceed and forget what they came from,

they throw it all away,

why can't they help those who cannot help themselves?

It easy to turn away and run,

but it takes strength to stand and fight,

fight against hunger and greed and corruption,

against war and hate and death

But it starts with one, then two,

then a million will join,

in a hope for a peaceful exsistance,

remember your roots,

remember your childhood fears,

nothing good comes from greed,

when there are still mouths to feed,

people to free

countries who kill, just to be pleased.

No one should die for the color of their skin,

for the places they live.

It takes one to start a revolution,

a revolution of love,

we should all strive to make this world a better place.

For the future generations to come,

stand up and help your neighbors,

do not care what anyone else thinks,

for that is your falling into their trap.

We must all rejoice for the world is a beatiful place,

but you must be able to see the beauty,

and only than can you make a difference in the world.