All the world is distraught,
About a pain the has been brought.
Death and war are all around,
You can't be conscious of what is found.
Love is being dropped at every corner,
Those who are left are just the moaners.
Sitting and crying for what they have lost,
Not even thinking about the cost.
Leaving their friends and family behind,
Those were the ones that were so kind.
Finding the one that you can call yours,
Has become such a chore.
But when you find them you'll be so glad,
For all the pain that you have had,
Will be washed away for all to see,
Just how happy you can be.
