change
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
count to ten before you let spew
you're hurting people you never knew
compliment to some could kill others
yes they're important, we are all brothers
on a sphere hurtling somewhere
don't say thing that no one should hear
let yourself breath before you feel the need to hurt
know that it doesn't help to make other feel like dirt
humanity runs through all
sometimes we laugh
sometimes we fall
we only a draft, never final
if music was constantly playing
explaining
rearanging
enganging
regaining
the trust and the attention
so that no one has to pay the pension
definitions would be opptional
you get to decide what you're called
we would be free to change and morph into what we feel
no one could tell us that our emotions are not real
no one would be dissmissed
no one gets to make you feel small
no gender, race, or creed can hold you to a teather
people around the world realize we are living together
instead of hate, we listen, instead of fear, we hear, instead of falling into the cycle of brutish history we create something new
we live for a unified you