The pains and the suffering of this world aches my heart,
i am not a saint just asking to give peace a chance to start.
Things we do, things we say and hear.
might be cruel and be too hard to bare.
we all have a battle to fight, but what we feed is what would win,
good or bad, its not a thing.
in my own way i try too hard to help, having hope on someone that’s far
and wishing upon a falling star.
lord, i am but a troubled soul.
wishing this my pains wont be sole.
Having a helping hand would do
but everyone turns their backs too…