There's a fine line between love and hate but some stand elsewhere.
Not for eyes of young, but for hearts of many.
Seeking ups and downs, the rights and wrongs.
Which leads to always a fateful day when everything fails not to fall apart.
The early life when times were hard, yet so many others never see the change.
Our fearless, yet horrified fighters see things we will never, but know much less.
Our world, with a past we aren't proud of, nor can we change.
The time here, on this very day can change the world, but only with our help.
This world cannot be completely healed, but can be helped in keeping peace and prosperity,
our founding fathers might not be proud of this road we've taken but with the whole earth and its inhabitants we might be able to make a difference.
But, then why fate can always change our days it even the tiniest way, starting with us becoming one, is always a mystery.