Life

I crack the dam that's holding me in
And break into little streams into the ocean, where I filter
My ocean is cloudy with the problems in life,
Such as wars, homicides, and death.

Will I ever be clean again?

With pollution this bad it will be hard.
But not impossible.
With steady work and trust, I will recover.

With the mess continuing it might take forever,
But I'm willing to wait.
There are the good who passed and still have yet to come.

But one thing I will say,
Will you help?
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah. I was going through my old school projects and I found this... I remember writing it in 5th grade...in my shower. I wrote something else but I cant remember it...geez. This is better than what I can do now XD

Yeah. I edited it a bit... not too much. Just spelling errors and changed 2 lines.

ONTO THE FUTURE! :D