Michael even when he was a king....was so humble and cared so much for the people,the children,the planet....How many persons we know that have this attitude toward others? Many called him freak,weirdo...and all kind of innuendos...but the truth is he was so loving and gentle and this days is strange to find someone like him.If that's what made him so weird to many...well then he's weird to me too.Actually,he's more like one of a kind.He always encouraged everyone of us to be better...to become the change you want to see...to find the man in the mirror. Think about it...if everyone of us would engage and put his lessons to work,definetely the world will be a better place.There's a phrase I repeat over and over.Everyday of my life mostly when I face difficulties or make decisions I always go with the the choice that will make me a better person..."Make that change...is the phrase on my mind".Can we do it?
Too much grief,
Too much pain,
Too much sorrow,
Too much emptiness inside.
So many mistakes,
So much wrong doing,
Have anyone seen?
Hell is over populated.
All is poorly distributed,
In uneven proportions.
Many sleeping on the streets,
So many destroyed families.
Someone please help,
Let me now I’m not alone.
The smoke from war,
Is intoxicating my lungs.
Can we find the key of love?
Before all we know is gone.
Can we help God stop crying?
And give him something to be proud of.
I’ll love to breathe fresh air,
To climb to a mountain high,
Or appreciate the stars at night
By simply clearing the skies.
Life has lost its warmth,
The colors are not bright anymore,
Can we do something about it?
Just to smile once more.
Too much grief,
Too much pain,
Too much sorrow,
Too much emptiness inside.
So many mistakes,
So much wrong doing,
Have anyone seen?
Hell is over populated.
All is poorly distributed,
In uneven proportions.
Many sleeping on the streets,
So many destroyed families.
Someone please help,
Let me now I’m not alone.
The smoke from war,
Is intoxicating my lungs.
Can we find the key of love?
Before all we know is gone.
Can we help God stop crying?
And give him something to be proud of.
I’ll love to breathe fresh air,
To climb to a mountain high,
Or appreciate the stars at night
By simply clearing the skies.
Life has lost its warmth,
The colors are not bright anymore,
Can we do something about it?
Just to smile once more.
By: Jessica