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Looking down from outer space
At this small world from far away
Everything seems in its place
Nothing feels in disarray.

Then flying over earth so big
Glassy seas, cities, trees,
An archeologist doing a dig
A young mother fumbling for her keys --

Daily life activity
Different maybe for you than me
Living our proclivity --
Whatever that may happen to be.

Sometimes it's hard to see
Beyond today, now, me --

As brothers and sisters in other lands
Are having to follow evil demands
Losing lives through shootings, bombings, other disgraces
Sometimes just because of their races
Natural disasters claim some too -- 
Catastrophe and grief strike anew.
Their lives turned upside down from darkness and hate
And sometimes our love comes never or late.

Daily life activity
Jarringly different for you than me
Now that your freedoms are torn away
A colorful world gone dark gray

Flying over earth so grand
Blood red seas, burnt cities, trees
Disasters hitting every land
Chill of death hits the breeze.

I look down from outer space
At this small world from far away
Everything is out of place
The world in turmoil, disarray.