In this beautiful world, must we suffer?
Yes, but it is due our fallen nature
There is an answer, we must endure
For the pain we feel comes from our hand
The destruction comes from being the damned
Just as with cancer, it is a symbol of our ruin
We have created catastrophes
We have made disasters
We kill with abandon
And yet, for the world to turn
We must believe
God must expect miracles
But we still must create
For our creator has placed in our being
We create because we were created
And we must know the path
Love begets love
Hate begets hate
If hope is everlasting
It is because it was nurtured
With wisdom and love
When both are held as virtues
