people living far and wide,cannot have a look inside.
other people make their choice, all they want is to rejoice.
the world keeps on spinning, we try not to care.
but it is spinning into disrepair.
we should all join hands, and call it a truce.
we'll hammer the guns and we'll cut down the noose.
we should do it soon- no matter the weather.
after all- we are all in this together.
some say love, it is a gift,
that we will have until we die.
when angels lend us their wings,
when we've forgotten how to fly.
some say love, it is a miricle,
a message from above.
some say it cannot be defined,
and all love is is “love.”
some say love is too unclear,
a door that's rarely opened.
and some do not believe in love,
because their hearts been brokened.
some say love is just for them,
they rise while others fall.
but i say love is like the earth,
it is there for us all.
Children’s Labour kill Innocence..