Mr. World
What'll I say, about yesterday,
something wrong, no longer seems the same,
what'll I say, about today,
I wonder why no one will take the blame,
so her we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do, Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,
pollution in the air,
no one seems to care,
as it slowly drains your life away,
nuclear power,
they say it saved the hour,
but from your moans I know that man will pay,
violence and hate,
they don't make us wait,
they just keep driving us to the brink to disaster,
jealously and greed,
on each we do feed,
which just makes our trip a little bit faster,
so here we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,
what'll I say, about yesterday,
how we treated the world fills me with sorrow,
and about today, if we do the same,
there might not be no tomorrow.
Copyright © Michael Hughes | Year Posted 2008
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