What if someone were to take the world and place it in your hands?
What if somebody were to take your hair and count each and every strand?
Then on a different view, what if we were to have a personalized island,
To leave every sick and twisted predator out there to try and survive in?
Why do we even have to think?
Someone's getting violated every time we blink
Yet, people still feel safe even though somebody has crossed the line
And we give them four years in prison, hey, people, are you blind?
This is an issue to think about, and this time you have to put it in thought
What can we have these people do to fix the line they've crossed?
Nothing, they have already accomplished what they've made
When we want them all gone, there's another hand out there they could shake
Cruel, cruel world. Demented straight through the dirt.
If I had the world in my hands, I'd show you how it's supposed to work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wise beyond your years. You have a special gift. May God protect your precious soul. Love, Sandra