One Small Voice
The world seems dark
devoid of any spark
darkness overtook light
world seems to fight.
Laughter is gone
world races along
faster in pace
hurry to no place.
We forgot our place
in this man made race
good is evil, evil is good
forgot what we should.
As we awaken
our core is shaken
been groomed to believe
but we were deceived.
We have a thing called hope
to deception say nope
listen to our soul
inside we really know.
When we awaken to their game
the world will not be the same
one small voice
it is a matter of choice.
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