For the world was loved but sad and the girl said, "Come, my children, and let us cry the sad and joyous tears the world cannot shed for herself."

Sometimes, I cry for the world.

I cry for the excruciating pain and suffering every soul feels.

I cry for the beauty we take for granted until it's gone.

I cry grateful tears for the gifts we are given but no one seems to appreciate.

I cry for society's ignorance.

I cry for wealth and poverty.

I cry for the cruelties everyone must endure.

I cry for the selfish and the selfless.

I cry, for the beauty of it all overwhelms me.

I cry the bittersweet tears the world would shed if it could.

I Want to Help You

I want to help you.

I want to wrap you up and hold you in my heart where you will be safe and surrounded by nothing but love.

I want to give you everything I have. I want to give you my money, my love, my scholarships, my life.

I want to show you all the beauty that you're surrounded but somehow not consumed by. I want to impress upon you the immeasurable beauty of family and friends.

I want to teach you to be grateful. I want to turn your anger to joy. I want to make you smile and keep on smiling.

I want to help you.

Be Grateful

For the boy who always told me how amazing life is - I understand now.

The world doesn't know what it has.

People don't realize what they have. They don't sit back and

think, Wow. It's amazing, what I've been graced with. Instead, they see what they could have, but don't. The world is ungrateful.

People don't think, Man, I've got a roof over my head and food in my stomach. They think, I wish I had a big screen TV and oh, a 3D BlueRay player would be nice.

People don't look at the sky when the sun is gloriously shining and realize how beautiful life is. They don't smile at the way the light reflects off the water just so.

People don't smile, knowing someone loves them. They remember the people who don't and those they wish did. They don't sit down with a cup of tea and think, I am so lucky as they recall how their dad used to sit down just the same way, with them in his lap. The world doesn't know how it's loved.

The world doesn't know what it has.

Be grateful.

Wordplay on Wordsworth

The world is too much with us

or perhaps we're too little with the world?