Who Will We Be?

Who will we be,

when we choose not to see,

the truth in front of our face?

Knowing not when or why,

We chose to believe the lie

Instead of feeling truth’s embrace.

It would be such a pity,

To grow callused and gritty

In a world so full of trouble

It’s probably for the best,

Not to be like the rest

And try to pop the elusive bubble.

If it was only up to me,

Id set the whole world free,

Then build everyone a home.

But it’s also up to you,

You make history too,

So show me I’m not alone.