Some have fallen through the cracks of this land

No one wishes to speak,

No one wishes to stand

Why does everything have to be so bleak?

Why does everything have to be so dark and black

What about the light?

What about those who can't fight back

Why is the world having this internal fight?

What about love and hope

The things that make us go,

Everyone has learned to cope

Should we learn to be flexible like a bow?

They should be able to stand

With us together as one,

None of us are bland

Maybe with this thought we can all stand under the same moon and sun.