This Is What I Choose

Little children cry
Old people die
Youngsters are forced into the army for a reason they know not why

The world has become black when it should be semi-pink
Feelings no longer bring you up; but instead make you sink
Depression is caused by nations fighting for nothing
And now the generation is paying through their nose, when will it all stop - won't you tell me?

Tell me
Will there ever be a time when we will smile again?
Tell me
Will there ever be a time when we share flowers instead of bombs?

I hope to see the sun shine one day
I hope to see the smile on a child's face
I hope to live to see the greenery on the land that we now disgrace
I hope to see the day that humanity will stop this insanity and break these mental chains

Lead by love
And not hate
I choose to hold on to hope
Will follow my way?