I hope that the world
When it reaches it's prime,
(The pride before the fall)
Still loves all the somethings
With clouds between their wings
That seem to mean nothing at all.

I hope when we sing
There's nothing to stop us,
(The toxic, choking smog)
No one to stop the sound
As the words weave around
Creating a thick silver fog.

I hope when the rain
Falls down from the dark sky,
(Blood-water from cloud's gash)
It is still beautiful,
Still feels so fresh and cool
And turns the devil-flame to ash.

I hope above all
That before we combust,
(Sun and sky to flame)
We care more for others
No matter their colors,
And worry less about our own fame.