Disrespect, war, abuse
What is this world about?
Corruption, greed, hate
When will this all die out?
Dishonesty, Jealousy, racism
What is this world about?
Hope, love, peace
All, rise, come out and shout
Forgiveness, truth, care
Don’t let us all die out
Unity, laughter, joy
From wrong, let’s all break out
Positiveness, no negativeness
Truly, this is what we’re about
Once apon a dream,
There was a pink painted plane,
Not a normal plane but a train plane.
There was a pink painted plane train,
It sawed through the rain,
like light through glass.
On the pink painted plane train,
There was a crane,
The crane is a pain.
It was hard to use the crane in the rain,
The levers were stiff,
And hard to lift.
The pink painted crane, train, plane,
Was a awful place to travel,
Because everyone was dazzled.
Owl upon the oak tree branch
you hear the stream and the singing larks
you hunt and fly in the night
you glide across the mountain heights
you fly over the highest peaks
you pray you won`t hurt your beak
although you glide
so carefully you may
hurt your wing so painfully
and you see some places
as you glide you see the sea
and the lapping tide
you fill the forest with magic
and hope while your journey may
fall down a rocky slope