Just A Thought

I am a teacher of children and father with none
 I am an artist with a different frame of mind
 There is nothing that strikes me like the lack of trust and care
 Among fellow humans, what a waste and I don't dare

 Please tell me the real motive, I will try to understand
 The time is getting shorter, let's make this moment fine
 We breath the same air, we use the same soil
 The water is all ours and the skies we all do share

 What else is in there that is hard to comprehend ?
 Don't we all look for the same in our lives and in our destiny ?
 Let's stop and think and let's set a change
 Because the time is ours and our children will be soon gone

 Or we will find ourselves mourning in the middle of a quiet storm
 It all seems so ironic that after all our years
 See ? at the end of the road ? There is something for all of us, dear
 The same hole and the same fear

 Let's live with ample joy because our hour is almost here