7.9 TLC

In life, there’s bound to be some pain;

At some point, you're bound to get some measure of hate.

Nature will seldom holla, “I’m turning up the heat in this place,”

Wake up, time's too short to spend mopping around in a daze.

Sprinkle a dash of sunshine on this rubble.

Spit a message of prophecy and refrain from your grumble.

Make the connect; from Africa to the uttermost of Australasia;

Let America arise and do all it can.

Feel the need for change bulldoze the way out for Nepal.

Reach out and unpaint this ghastly picture if you dare;

Let's rock their world with a 7.9 magnitude tender lovin’ care.

Depose doubt and despair with desperate deeds of kindness,

Fight nature's fury with fiery faith flattering furious and fearless.

Bind passion to compassion position stormclouds of hope on this wilderness.

Cause it's impossible to share with an open heart and come up less.

Sprinkle a dash of sunshine on this rubble.

Spit a message of prophecy and refrain from your grumble.

Make the connect; from Africa to the uttermost of Australasia;

Let America arise and do all it can.

Feel the need for change bulldoze the way out for Nepal.

Reach out and unpaint this ghastly picture if you dare;

Let's rock their world with a 7.9 magnitude tender lovin’ care.

Akpan