World

World what have you become, what have you done and where are you from?

Woe to the world, Woe to humanity underfoot. What have you done? Why have you cancelled our son?

Woe to the world. Thought desends amongst men, who in turn live to burn to apprehend a friend in the night who  can fight for what's right.

World gone wrong our collective sour song. Fret not yet pet, for the time is not yet I say nay not today and I'll make you a bet.

World a new. Still hope for us yet.

Today is the day we make it all go away a dash of love here a pinch of hope there until the balance is met.

Who here will stay on that faithful day for we know what comes next. To the text, to the text from the almighty sects. Blind to be for thou shall now see. In the end a friend for it simply was me.

New day.