Is there room for the good guy?
Or, perhaps, a good girl?
The one mired in mud
Shining like a pearl
Are the old voices right?
Will the road, toward good, curl?
Everyone’s caught up in all the bad
Selfishness, nastiness, and rudeness swirl
The good ones get lost
In the raging waters’ whirl
Ever hopeful to change things
Taking a risk with a hurl
A precarious risk
Like a top’s on edge twirl
Will light bind the dark?
Or will evil unfurl?
Is there room for the good ones
To save our whole world?
Sparks 