There is already an excess of discord
On this spinning globe we call our home,
I have contributed my fair share of chaos
So if I offer anything, let it be peace.
There are already tears cascading like raindrops
Across the ruins of destitute landscapes,
If I have caused one soul pain, it is one too many
So if I must give anything, let it be hope.
There are already hateful words etched on walls
In a world diseased by power and control
I have allowed anger to win over softness
So if I must convey anything, let it be kindness.
There is already a looming shroud of loneliness
Hovering over the isolated roads we all wander
I have sacrificed joy for the familiarity of despair
So if I must leave anything, let it be love.