In my mind the clouds take a shape

They form a world where nothing's painful

Where people don't think in hate

The sky isn't blue, but a light green

Representing life and things serene

A fantasy that couldn't possibly come true

There are many things we have to do

I wish that life could be easy

We could live in a better place

If people weren't focused on the measly

Right now the sky is dark

So how can we start?

Instead of laughter and smiles

We have barks from the wild

It's time to stop & see what's being done

We're creating a wasteland

Our doom has begun

It's time to rearrange our style

We owe it to ourselves and the earth

For the sake of the innocent child

Dec. 2010