Empty Bootles

Empathy, that is the cure for the world, sickness the selfish people we are, optimism is gone, angry as comes...(I say again) Cruel world of empty bodies, that walked in monotony without hearing, consumed by terrible news, and desperation... they live in misery and anguish, not knowing what to do... souls that can't take this anymore, so they prefer escape for their bodies and stay in heaven... Angels that fly near us, Come back again, Fight against the sickness, That corrupts the world, dry earth, dry earth... slowly petals fall, This is our call, We need to fight...