The world is a big place.
The world is a small place.
This world we ought to know
has been quietly sold.
We travel miles and miles
In search of excellence.
Yet we hardly sense
What will come between us.
Love may not mend it all
Worse if we entrust in war.
What do we do now
to stop all from crumbling down.
In the darkest days
I remain to be in silence.
For I do believe
Too much noise destroys it all.
*Love and light to those on flight MH17 and their loved ones.
