As I sit here in a room by myself

I look to the sky for help,

I notice the world isn't as perfect as it seems

I see the chaos that it has become.

I look to the sky for help

Though it does not come quick, it does help me to see.

I see the chaos that it has become

And I scream, but no one hears my cry.

Though it does not come quick it does help me to see

I want to help my poor home called earth,

And I scream, but no one hears my cry

Though, I love this world of mine.

I want to help my poor home called earth,

As I sit here in a room by myself.

Though, I love this world of mine,

I notice the world isn't as perfect as it seems.