SHARING
In the pit of my stomach, I feel a burn;
Problems in the world, they raise concerns.
Our troubles are minor, where we live;
To the less fortunate, I like to give.
So much suffering, so much pain;
My sorrow, I cannot contain.
People fighting, so much anger;
The innocent becoming victims, just too much danger.
Bringing everyone together, I wish I could;
Loving one another, I wish we would.