The Way I See It, the Way I Am

As the years fly by And troubling times press deep, I look at my world with sadness And sometimes I weep. Hearts have grown callous Void of conscience and soul, Innocent children are victims Of adults out of control. Like a rising crescendo In this symphony of hate, The boiling point nears With total destruction our fate. If there is a judgement day I wonder if God will decide To step in and take charge And stop our hellbound ride. I have friends all over Some are hurting inside, I wish I could hold each one of them Til their tears have dried. Its how I was created To help others in need. To be a blessing while alive And plant love as the seed.