There never was a time
When everything was fine.
We can never make it back
To find a thing we’ve always lacked.
We’ve never been at peace or kind.
Review our history, you’ll find
That who we are is who we’ve been
So why try to go back again?
Perhaps instead of yearning for
A chance to live the past once more,
We ought to turn our eyes ahead
For better things to come instead.
We ought to work on being kind
Until a better world we find.
We can’t be great a second time
With a past of war and hate and crime.
Our hist’ry’s far from full of light,
But future things might still be bright
If we would leave this path of hate
And learn to just communicate
With grace and kindness, mercy, too.
A better world begins with you.
