The Place We Live
sorrow, pain, and mourning
every single day it seems to be storming
Nobody cares about me
as far as I can see
the days go by slowly
peopel run aroudn doing things unholy
it's hard to be happy here
and it's not unlikely to have fear
you don't have to be okay
you don't need to run away
this is the place we live
This poem is about:
Our world