The World

The World

The world is full of strife.

The world-wind waters are full of life.

The earthy world landscape grows despite its plight.

The worldwide weather changes throughout the day and night.

The world still it’s sky from day to night when the moon and stars shine so bright.

This world is our own place in this Milky Way.

Every day it turns at his own pace and by some miracle it’s alright.

The wonderful world with all its plight seems to somehow make things right.

My world is inside out and upside down.

I’ve been spun around and spat out.

No one to hold me down or keep my grip I hit the ground.

No one noticed I fell so deep.

No one could see the hurt in me.

No one heard me scream when I couldn’t talk.

No one realised I couldn’t walk.

No one saw what happened to me.

No one saw I wasn’t me.

No one believed in me.

No one saw what they couldn’t see.

No one saw I was unhappy.

My world I can turn around on the rebound.

I can fight and people can see I work so hard to be me.

No wonder I feel weary.