Earth's children
Sing to the sun,
to seek the beauty,
in the way
a tear drop
of rain runs,
from a blade
of green.
Cry when that
blade drips red.
Staining the fields
with death's endless sheen,
hate starts to seep
into their dreams.
Earth's children living in mental shells,
blocks that's stop the mind from living well.
Selling their souls to the hosts of hell,
just to feel a little less unwell.
Earth's children,
sing to the heavens up high.
They try to see the
wonder in a miraculous sky,
they try to feel
the lustre of a summer day,
but cry
when the thunder clouds
come their way.
They collapse from
the weight of expectation
under which they lay
and live in fear when the demons
come out to play.
Earth's children living this continual grind,
shades pulled down to conceal the mind.
Terrified of what creatures they may find,
if they look within, at the beings that hide.
Sing a new song.
Sung to each other,
see that you all belong
in this existence.
Sing, to let your words
dance together,
Don't sing to the weather,
or the fears in your head.
Sing to be joyful,
sing to be
Earth's children instead.
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