it's not enough

i barely reach there

to this small town

it is not a modern town

it is not a lively town

it is a beautiful town

with friendly people

i feel great

i want to live here

i feel appreciated

i'm happy to be here

i feel beloved

i'm sure this is my place

but sometimes

there's flood

there's hunger

there's disease

there's unwanted guest

we just cant help it

we cant control the world

we were taught about accepting

we learned about forgiving

we knew about misunderstanding

but we forgot all that

at the moment of anger

at the moment of despair

the street at this town

seems lonely

full with tears

swallowed up by darkness

can it return to how it was?

can it be the place of joy?

i'm not a good person

i'm learning to be one

but i dont want to be hypocrite

i'm learning not to be one

so if i cant be nice

dont expect me to be nice

if i cant forgive you

dont expect a 'sorry' from me

i'm hurt..