MILLION POINTS OF VIEW
DAVE THE POET

As I look around
It seems to be
We’ve got only two types
There is me and you
How’d we wind up
With a million points of view

To be right
Someone must be wrong
Everybody’s weak
Except for the strong
Is the truth always true
In a world full of lies
Turn back the hands of time
Who will heal the planet
When Mother Nature gets sick
She doesn’t have disability
Keeping her healthy
Is up to me and you
Not so simple
With a million points of view

Some work really hard
Destroying great ideas
If we can’t come together
It will be gone
Sooner or later
We will all go the way
Of the dinosaur