A difference

When I was born,
I didn't care about the world outside.
People loved me
I had no idea what was happening
outside my craddle.

I've grown up,
I've met people,
people who are sad and live in pain.
Every time, when I see people living in pain,
a little piece of myself dies.

From childhood on,
I wanted to make the world a better place.
But now I know,
that one person can't make a difference.

Every time, I think I haven't made
a difference in the world,
I feel sad.
A sadness that will kill me, when the time is right.

Now, I am old and I have found the reason why
people get depressed and live in pain.
They can't make a difference
in the world on their own.

But when all those people
work together,
the world will become a better place.