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.