The World I See

The World I See

Edward Wooldridge

The world I see bewilders me,

How can a man with dignity be brought down to poverty?

The fathers sighs, the children’s cries,

The mothers singing lullabies.

And, through it all the family stands

All in one; hand in hand.

Though they don’t know when they’ll see another meal,

Their hearts full of joy; its happiness they feel.

The world I see; it disgusts me.

How can a person bathe in luxury?

They get the call, they want it all,

But in their heads, there’s neither rise nor fall.

In a second, the luxury’s gone,

Left alone in the world to move on.

Then upon themselves lies the poverty,

And gone away is the dignity.

The world I see; it amazes me

In the eyes of a child so wild and free

Her father comes in from work one day,

Upon the child his hands he lay,

Then the mother comes in and he goes to greet her,

He forces a kiss then begins to beat her.

After a while the mother lies dead, on her way down she hit her head

The world I see; it saddens me,

How could a man do that with the innocence of a child to see?

The cops come and get him the child is alone

She knows no place to call home.

The orphan lives on the street for a week,

A family comes by and by luck it’s a child they seek.

The world I see; it purifies me,

In the eyes of the same child, sleeping in her bed so peacefully.

The family she knows is not her own,

But now she feels like she is home.

The father is locked up for life

The memories haunt him of his wife

The world I see; it enlightens me,

The child grown up and just as happy as anyone could be,

The days go by and the memory is gone

The child has lived and begun to move on

In her house full of a child’s laughter,

The child now a mother lives happily ever after.

The World I See

                Edward Wooldridge

The world I see bewilders me,

How can a man with dignity be brought down to poverty?

The fathers sighs, the children’s cries,

The mothers singing lullabies.

And, through it all the family stands

All in one; hand in hand.

Though they don’t know when they’ll see another meal,

Their hearts full of joy; its happiness they feel.

The world I see; it disgusts me.

How can a person bathe in luxury?

They get the call, they want it all,

But in their heads, there’s neither rise nor fall.

In a second, the luxury’s gone,

Left alone in the world to move on.

Then upon themselves lies the poverty,

And gone away is the dignity.

The world I see; it amazes me

In the eyes of a child so wild and free

Her father comes in from work one day,

Upon the child his hands he lay,

Then the mother comes in and he goes to greet her,

He forces a kiss then begins to beat her.

After a while the mother lies dead, on her way down she hit her head

The world I see; it saddens me,

How could a man do that with the innocence of a child to see?

The cops come and get him the child is alone

She knows no place to call home.

The orphan lives on the street for a week,

A family comes by and by luck it’s a child they seek.

The world I see; it purifies me,

In the eyes of the same child, sleeping in her bed so peacefully.

The family she knows is not her own,

But now she feels like she is home.

The father is locked up for life

The memories haunt him of his wife

The world I see; it enlightens me,

The child grown up and just as happy as anyone could be,

The days go by and the memory is gone

The child has lived and begun to move on

In her house full of a child’s laughter,

The child now a mother lives happily ever after.