The world is corrupt,
But at the same time it is filled with so many beautiful things,
Things that aren't even noticed,
Because the surface is not opened and  the inside is not seen,
The majority of the world does not see love when it is said,
They don't notice a tender heart when it is there,
The world doesn't understand the kind words of someone else,
It doesn't sink into their minds,
So then it is turned around into something negative,
They don't understand the weight of so many other's tears held in someone's own heart,
They don't see the many ways how the world needs to change,
Are they in fear of new ideas, when they are even said for the better,
Must we continue to live with broken families?
And hear each other cry,
Tell my why the suffering is left alone,
To the world, love is foreign,
It is often seen in a distorted image,
Why do people walk away from love,
Is it the fear of getting hurt that gets to them,
It pains in so many more ways when it is left behind,
There are so many thoughts and feelings that I cannot explain,
There are no words to describe, in part of all the issues we face,
But through all of this,
And in hope,
There are times, when I do meet those sincerely kind souls,
Ones that understand,
I appreciate who they are so much,
That I truly cannot explain,
Though I try often,
It is in their soul,
It is that connection in the middle of the understanding,
It comes from me,
And sometimes returns back,
There is this quality,
I see it in children,
And in animals,
And in a few adults I have known,
That is where I can find inspiration,
It is where they feel the same,
In a way,
But when all the other things come back to mind,
I wonder why so many people are unwilling,
Unwilling to see the truth,
Or the answers,
And then by them, it is forgotten.

©2003 Molly Nicole