The Plea

To all the good in the world

We are born into this world knowing love
The warm blanket of humanity fits us like a glove
Powder blue skies illuminate the soft air
And the rays of the golden sun are scattered everywhere
We are filled with all things good in the world
But the purity of life will soon sense the dark that has unfurled
It will seep into the cracks of our bones
It will bring us down like we are tied to stones
And our fragile, vibrant hearts will ache
For the times when life was a piece of cake
Through the eyes of a child, the world is untainted
Life is shielded with a gold hue that they have painted
But the creeping dark is too discernible
They think the powder blue skies are unburnable
But it has been scarred from malevolence
They think the golden sun’s rays will keep its prevalence
But they have already begun to perish
We must not let this world become nightmarish
We must not let our rival prevail
This is a battle we cannot fail