The world through my eyes

When I was little I didn't know what i wanted to be,
and my father said open your eyes and surely you'll see.
As I grew older the world opened up,
people weren't innocent- many were corrupt.

Instead of using peace and love, people picked up a gun
and all over the news you could see scared people run.
Children were starving and crying out loud,
but not many people saw them- like they were covered in a dark shroud.

If you wanted to make it in the world, it wasn't about dedication- but money.
And with so many people broke, I thought it was rather funny.
How can anything get better when we ignore so much?
How can anything change when their are subjects no one dares to touch?

Now I stand here almost seventeen,
knowing there is still so much I haven't seen.
I tell my Dad I know what I want to be,
and he sets his sturdy gaze on me.

I want to be in the peace corp,
and help the people who need it more.
Its not about the money to me,
but to look at the world who everyone else refuses to see.
I will make a difference in someone's eyes,
so that they can give life one more try.

When i was finished my father just smiled,
and said 'you've come a long way from being a child.'