Poem #8: Transcribing Scribbles

Woke up again,
and looked around.
I Guess there was another day.
To live like kings in paradise
and trouble is so far away.
The Sunshine burns,
on distant lands
of warfare and of tragedy.
But I can only concentrate
On happiness in front of me.

Walk a mile in my shoes,
and travel far to play the blues.
Humans share a single bond,
that they wont tell you on the news.
Freedom can't be locked away
Hidden from the light of day.
Borders break and kingdoms fall,
when Common People Stand Up Tall.