I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry.
I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied.
Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best?
Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest?
Before you rise remember how precious is the dawn,
With all the world must face, it’s a wonder it spins on.
If I could change a single thing, it would be the way we love.
I’d make us all appreciate much more often than we judge.