We are the World

Quiet is the way of the world
Grace and Virtue always sleeping

Violent is the way of the world
Anger and despair always watching

Happy is the way of the world
breezes and sunbeams constantly playing

Fearful is the way of the world
The arms of the abused bashed and bleeding

Gentle is the way of the world
With warmth and peace smiling freely

Chaos is the way of the world
with fires burning and madness increasing

Peace is the the way of the world
In dreams and holidays while people are weeping

Everything is the way of the world
Constantly changing, and swiftly returning