The wind calls my name,
Silent whispers of freedom to seek.
It takes me to a special place,
And now i know there's more to life than what i see.
A place where the butterflies flutter,
And the grass is green.
Where i can hear the trees sway to the melody,
That the angels sing.
A place where i can be myself,
And never get judged.
Where i can uncover the burden,
Clear everyone's mind of hate and grudge.
A place where I am my hero,
So I can never get let down.
So I can save the heartache and pain of all the people,
You know what goes around, comes around.
A place where no one is better,
Than anyone known to man,
Where people think of themselves of equal,
And try to think if they were in the other hand.
A place where there's more beauty,
Than pavements and city lights.
Where there's more to live for,
Than money, things they "need" to buy.
But this is all nothing but a hopeless attempt,
To believe that this message will ever be received, or even known to be sent.
All this make-belief is running through my head,
I open my eyes, I'm awaken in my bed.
The parents are still trying,
To raise me and still keep a home.
The people are still fighting,
Screaming a cry in the hateful tone.
Outside my window, The earth is still paved,
I couldn't see nature for miles away.
The robbers, still robbing,
Just another child trying to fit in.
Their parents don't care,
As long as they get the money to spend.
Nothing worth living,
No Beauty, No Peace.
And in reality,
I know there's not more to life than what I see.