Look around you, what do you see?
People needing fortune, people swimming in misery
And there are people, too, in fancy yachts
They go about gaily, not needing nor caring for much
There are many things that should be
Yet it is not so, due to the vices of many
When, my fellow writers and poets
Will we show them what is great and what isn't?
Through our words, though 'tis not money nor food
Will fill a parched man, with all that is good
Is it money, food, clothing?
Nay, for what it's worth, it means nothing
Like comparing candle-fire to the flames of the sun
Love, Hope, Faith, yes, these are what's good to any man
So let our words echo, let it rebound
For no wall, no room may contain this sound
Let us tell the world, for all of gold's worth
It is nothing compared to a home filled with love, laughter, and mirth