The moon is bright with life as I stare,
but as I go to leave he room, it grows
dark with dispair.
In my vision everything lost the glows
of life. I invision a life full of hppiness,
full of dreams that will be crushed by reality.
People may never realze the saddness
in the world untilhe time of fataliy.
I ream of a cange that only I may make.
The world is forever doomed to face this
disaster. There are so many people that are fake
that I'm afraid we may never change. Is
there no safety for the human race
in tis horrid place?