I see all the blood, sweat, fears, and tears.
The reds of pain as people die for what they believe, the blacks of bruises from people who cannot display a kindness they never knew, and the greys of bags under the eyes of people missing something that will never be replaced.
Buildings are crumbling,
All the foundations of our truths are lies.
The media selects the negatives we see.
Why does all this hurt, hurt me?
And all I can think is,
This world is too much for me.

But then I see all the
The greens of life in the leaves, the pinks of truth when you blush, the blues of depth.
People are helping each other grow,
All of the rubble is creating a strong foundation for something better.
This hurt can't hurt me anymore.
And all I can think is,
One lifetime will never be enough for me.