The World

If the world were to see me,
would they understand?
The constant question of mine;
are we all truly evil,
or do we all simply misunderstand?
As I lay under the sky with the world beside me,
The world who's weight made my knees buckle,
who weakened me so I could not stand...
As I lay there, I wonder,
How much longer the world can be around,
as everyone is ripping and tearing at her,
destroying her beautiful surface,
abusing her wonderful inside,
taking advantage of her,
as she is all too willing to love,
so easily getting herself into trouble,
anyday, I'm there on the double.
She had me from the first day,
she doesn't even need to beg me to stay;
All she needs to do, is call on me,
cause I would give it all for her, oh, how she,
captures me, tangles me, her eyes, so undeniably irresistable,
her heart, so irrevocably... not mine.
Cause she doesn't belong to me,
and she has no idea what she does to me;
I wish I could make her see...
But that would be selfish,
all I want her to be is happy.
Clean, pure, untouched, happy,
blissfully unaware of the world of hate,
that surrounds her.
but it is too late.