I see the world differently.
I grow taller and everything is smaller,
But truly the world seems bigger
And badder. The world is a mess.
How can I do anything to make it better?
I see the world as one.
I can only view the disasters
From my part of the world,
But I still ache and grieve
The desparate change unwilling to take place.
I see the world as growing too.
I have gotten older and more cynical,
But I have also seen people come together
To help one another in times of struggle and pain.
I know we can do better, and we will.
I see the world as the place we can make it.
I see the world now that I have grown.