World

World, Oh World won't you worry about me As I think my time has become my destiny I wished to be shown kindness and sympathy World, oh World won't you think about me. I live for the day and not for the morrow As I search for the happiness and not the sorrow I live to earn and not to beg, steal or borrow And my pride as my soul I will never swallow. I walk the roads and I walk them alone To me sadness and woe are on the same road And there sadly to all I am known World, oh World can't you hear me moan. I have done the best that I really could More than others I think or more than I should No more than I wished for or more than I would World, or world are you my ruin. I look for nothing in exchange or return My soul and my thoughts they both begin to churn Someday again I know that I will burn The tighter the screw which will be harder to turn. Sorrowfully from many things I have been deprived But, never do I wish back and question with why And from the truth from no-one will I ever hide As someday like all, in the Worlds belly I will die. I think not of yesterday as that's an empty thought With the happiness I searched for and the dreams I sought The memories were here but now them I forgot I lived once for pain when I had lived in distraught. Now I live my life by a philosophers degree I believe only in the truth and that no man is better than me My soul is my temple and my salvation is free So World, oh World won't you worry about me. Randy L. McClave