The world is a merry-go-round,
Of joy, and sorrows of ups and downs,
The heart cries with a harmonous wounds,
And JOY heal it with a lovely sounds.
The world is black and life has lost it's meaning,
The spirit weakens with it's burden evening,
Difficult times seem forever knowing,
A HOPE of what we are hoping.
When people refuse to listen and quarrel,
Friendly relations are broken by a simple squeal,
And with pains and worries life is not well,
That's why PEACE look for a parallel.
BY: LEAH JEAN MAE J.CUACHIN
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