The land where I live,
Is different from yours
The land where I, I can smell
truth in air,
Instead of breathing thick fake
smoke here and there.
In a land where people are as pure as fire;
Instead of the ones who live by during dirty mud water.
A land filled with lillies of love,
Instead of roses colored with
blood.
If you look for it, it is too far to fly;
When all you can do is:
Just close your eyes.