Every day passes
Every day's the same
I look upon the world as if it were empty
As if there were no gain
Only loss
Only pain
People dying
People crying
Where are all the happy people?
Where's the love?
Where's the joy?
There was a dying boy
Again I ask...
Where's the love?
The answer is above
Again I ask...
Where's the joy?
The answer's in the once dead boy
Jesus is that boys name
To this earth, for us He came
And went
Just as was meant
He died to free us from our sin
To save us from burning skin
Amy Parkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-s-the-happiness/
