During this pandemic,

The world is filled with panic.

There's a shining sun,

But we can't have fun.

I'm curled up in my bed,

Thinking if it would be different

If we had just listened for what the world had to say.

I'm inside while,

Thousands of people have died..

We tend

to pretend.

Time being spent on us thinking,

The world would mend.

God high up in the sky with his wings,

Filling up heaven with more queens and kings.