By Tracey S.
I cry to myself as I look outside,
I lay out flat on my side,
As I look up at the sky,
I think about my friend, all I want to do is cry.
People judge, people hate,
It is just a part of life.
One day this world and people will unite.
I been lost in a path, the one that I can’t get out
I want to be better; I need to find a new route.
How can we see eye to eye when we fight each other,
When we are supposed to be brothers and sisters?
One day people will hold hands,
This is just a part of life; we are all brothers.