Some live a broken fate
that this broken world precipitates
Some live a perfect illusion
their grasp on reality loosened

I don’t wanna be her when I could be me
But I do wanna be the one you see

May the words of the Lord
be the voice of our hearts

the pieces of me
that you kept understanding
became
the pieces of you
that I keep finding

The spring is no longer silent
and we are no longer blind
The fight has become violent
and we have so little time

If we don't fight for the environment
there will be no selfish treasures left to find

Words can be pretty
when my body cannot be