The doors open slowly,
Too hard to close so easily.
Don't look back, move forward.
Let's go then, to a landscape
Ravaged by the pain of innocents:
children's dirty faces
unclothed, frigid, and unmoving.
The old weary face of age:
Blank canvases of survival of the fittest.
Away from a land that is forgotten by those
living in splendor,
Filthy rich, with no struggle.
Let's go on then, pusuing
Changes to affect a lifetime.
By individuals who have a future
looking ahead of them
Towards the needy, the helpless.
Only way to get there is by education.
Medical kits handy, hearts open for sympathy,
Bunch of pieces of paper named "Degrees"
What's it worth, until you see?
Step closer into the jungle,
Only way to experience it is
Follow the fake images of reality.
Society tells you its impossible
Too many faces never attempt to try
Let's run then,
Towards a life of charity
Using your own life to save others.
Too close, Too close for comfort they say,
Too far, Too far, away from home and naivety.
Lets grab our hands then, make
A Circle of Life.
Lets grab our tools,
Like Cavemen trying to build fire for the first time.
Lets open the doors,
However thick they are.
Lets move on then.
There's more to life,
than jewels, money, paper that scream 'attributes'.
You hear the word 'Doctor'
No one told you it didn't have to be superficial.