Tender hearts, river of tears.
Tender hearts are everywhere you look. Even in the criminals that line the streets or the people who have no homes and are fighting for survival.
Not everyone is born perfect.
Not every life is easy.
I believe that if we step our game up we can change everyone’s life.
I believe that the good, tender hearts can be freed.
I believe that the river of tears, that everyone has been crying, can finally be dried and barely used again, not because of fear, but because of happiness and stress and loss.
Crime will not happen as often as they do now, if we free the tender hearts.
Less people will be fighting to survive and will have a home, if we free the tender hearts.
More people will be having second thoughts about death and will choose to let the living live and let themselves live as well.
Love will overrule the hatred and put out the fire that hatred and racism have started.
Why can’t my dreams, of a better world, come true?
Why does every problem have to turn into a fight?
Why can’t we live in peace instead of fear?
Why can’t we look at the world through the eyes of peace instead of the eyes of hatred?
I want and hope to see a world living in peace and not fear and hatred, before I die or after I die.
Please do it for the sake of the world and the new generation.
Believe it or not, this was actually supposed to be a poem, a random clarity of my imagination, yadda, yadda, yadda. When I wrote the title, I knew I wanted it to be a poem. Problem was, I couldn’t think of a poem or anything poetic! So I just started writing something that went based on the title a little and BAM! I got this. Interesting isn’t it?