The world is a big ball of passion and fire,
Sometimes she hurts and sometimes she smiles.
The world is a big ball of hatred and risk,
a slap on the cheek, a mother going
"Tssk, tssk tssk!"
The world is a big ball of luck and wonder.
A place where dreams can be pillaged and plundered.
The world is a collection of things on display,
People and cultures of the widest array.
The world is a couch, so cozy and neat,
treated as a luxury upon to rest our feet.
The world is wounded and it's our place to stay.
There is no moving, there is no other way.
A grave has been dug by our own greedy hands
and now people realize what's done to Earth's beautiful lands.
The world is crying out for a friend.
We are here, the Earth's killer or godsend.
The world is a pheonix, rising from the fire
Rebirth and regrowth might take a while,
but things will get better, mile by mile.
