The World
The world
The world keeps trying,
The sun keeps frying,
People keep dying,
How ever..
The world turns..
Everyday we struggle
Everyday we strive.
Every day we ride
Every day alive
The world might be crying
The world might be fine
The world might be yours
The world might be mine.
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2018
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