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.