The Simplest Things
Rain falls from the sky.
People look up and wonder why.
The sky is grim as darkness falls,
Bringing up its black walls.
Lights flash in the dark
leaving a mark;
on this place we call earth,
taring the worth.
Fires begin to burn,
there is so much we still can learn
about all that is out there.
Why things come out of no where.
Like fights and sadness,
things some people could care less.
Cold hearted
Thats how it started
Can't people open thier minds?
Are they affraid of what they might find?
The pain, the suffering
these wars bring.
Give me a break!
Don't you think it's a little too late?
Part of being mature
isn't just knowing about litirature.
Knowing not to fight
But only for what is right
With a simple conversation
Not by domination
~Jewels~ 24/03/2003
