What world do you want to live in?

What Kind of World Verse 1 What kind of world do you want to live in? Tell me, what kind of heart do you want next door? One that feeds the birds in the morning light, One that plants small flowers by the porch? One that checks on the old man down the street, One that takes the lost dog in from the rain, One that still looks up and wonders at the sky, One that softens someone else’s pain. Or do you want the hand that harms in anger, The voice that turns contempt into a creed, The heart that calls its cruelty power, And mistakes its hunger for a need? Chorus What kind of neighbor are you becoming? What kind of citizen will you be? In a world so loud with fear and fury, Will you choose mercy? Will you choose peace? We are not islands, we are the ocean, Pieces of the same old shore. The world we want is still within us, If we choose love a little more. Verse 2 We live in a time when kindness feels radical, When tenderness gets laughed out of the room, When empathy is buried under shouting, And the garden is mistaken for a tomb. But what is strength if not restraint? What is courage if not care? What is freedom if we use it Just to leave each other there? There’s a child who needs a safer morning, There’s a neighbor who has lost their way, There’s an animal trembling in silence, There’s a lonely soul with nothing left to say. Chorus What kind of neighbor are you becoming? What kind of citizen will you be? In a world so loud with fear and fury, Will you choose mercy? Will you choose peace? We are not islands, we are the ocean, Pieces of the same old shore. The world we want is still within us, If we choose love a little more. Bridge Under the same moon, under the same storms, In bodies that break, in hearts that mourn, We are spinning through the silence On a planet bruised and worn. And every day we get the question, Every word and every deed: Will you add weight to the sorrow, Or become the hands that free? Justice needs more than anger. Truth needs more than flame. Power without compassion Is just folly with a name. Verse 3 The ones who feed the birds are not small people. The ones who help are holding up the sky. The ones who care without applause Are keeping civilization alive. So stop mistaking hate for wisdom. Stop dressing harm as pride. Stop calling coldness honest When it is only fear inside. Ask the old question gently. Let it shake you, let it start: What are you going through, my neighbor? What is breaking in your heart? Final Chorus What kind of neighbor are you becoming? What kind of human will you be? When the world is tired and trembling, Will you choose mercy? Will you choose peace? We are not islands, we are the ocean, We are root and rain and shore. The kinder world is still within us, If we choose love a little more. Outro So feed the birds. Tend the garden. Hold the door. Tell the truth. Rescue what is hurting. Protect what has no proof. Be decent. Be accountable. Let compassion be your art. The world begins again each morning In the weather of the heart.