Convictions rest on strongest wills
But why make mountains out of hills?
Declaring war for stubborn sakes
And making oceans out of lakes
Despite the things you think you mean
That’s not a river, it’s a stream
The water’s current needs to slow
Know you reap what things you sow
These thoughts, they drift inside the cloud
They fight until they are so loud
That no one hears them, anymore
The rich stay rich, while poor stay poor
Use your voice, but use it well
Be mindful of what thoughts you tell
And when you speak, please listen, too
For there is more to this, than you
How the World Should Work 