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Is It Any Wonder

Is It Any Wonder


Is it any wonder


that the world is filled with pain


when man sets aside its beauty,


for his own material gain?



Is it any wonder


that lovers' hearts grow dim,


when they do not hold in honor,


the love that's found within?



Is it any wonder


that the homeless often fail,


when they're forced out of house and home


to seek another trail?



Is it any wonder


that nature falls to ruin and rubble,


because we drain it thoughtlessly,


allowing it to crumble?



Is it any wonder


that children go astray,


because we did not take the time,


to show them the proper way?



Is it any wonder


that evil's strong and bold,


when we can't see any goodness,


and we let our hearts grow cold?



Is it any wonder


Racism thrives, my friend,


When we cannot see the person,


Just the color of his skin?



Is it any wonder


that friendships die and fade,


when we forget the reasons,


why they first were made?



Is it any wonder


our world has been polluted,


when we allow our industries,


to strip it and permute it?



Is it any wonder


there's so much grief and sorrow,


that we don't even seem to care,


what will take place tomorrow?



Is it any wonder


we see no value in our brothers,


and we hold ourselves too far above,


the many needs of others?



Is it any wonder


our world is like it is,


when all we do is grumble,


and no action do we give?



Is it any wonder


we wait in fear of Judgment Day,


when we do the things we do,


then forget the way to pray?




There is a special place in life,


that needs my humble skill,


a certain job I'm meant to do,


which no one else can fulfill.



The time will be demanding,


and the pay is not too good


and yet I wouldn't change it


for a moment even if I could



There is a special place in life,


a goal I must attain,


a dream that I must follow,


because I won't be back again.



There is a mark that I must leave,


however small it seems to be,


a legacy of love for those


who follow after me



There is a special place in life,


that only I may share,


a little path that bears my name,


awaiting me somewhere.



There is a hand that I must hold,


a word that I must say,


a smile that I must give


for there are tears to blow away.



There is a special place in life


that I was meant to fill


a sunny spot where flowers grow,


upon a windy hill.



There's always a tomorrow and the


best is yet to be,


and somewhere in this world,


I know there is a place for me.



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