Nuclear

How wonderful & strange it is Faces of a human race Deciding who will pull the reins In the game, the desire to play God? Thoughtful hearts will guide the world Health will not be bought and sold Trusting that the harmony Will resolve, the discord We are not skin and bone We are the fuel that turns Every star that burns Unamused by illusions of time You will be the first to find Last one standing in the line Before willing, not in mind, But inside there’s a change of the heart. Maybe its inherent to? Chaos means to improvise Illusions of social game Casting out, deepening the divide. We are not skin and bone We are the fuel that turns Every star that burns Unamused by illusions of time credits