It seems all around us we hear the world cry.
We turn on the news to see the people scream and lie.
Our leaders sew stories to keep us in line.
Our mothers pray that soon all things will be fine.
A sad thought to think how good acts seem strange
Fear of agendas, of secrets, of meanings that change
What is this world that we live in where people cannot see
How misguided are those that think they are free
Who teaches us this hate?
Who teaches us to fear?
Those are the questions whose answers I'd like to hear
What happened to peace?
What happened to love?
Why are these the things we promptly rid ourselves of?
We ask these questions, yet expect no answer.
For the world is but a stage, and you are the dancer.