Belong, we all belong
The rich, the poor and all
From where we began
To where we'll end
The road will always show
Mysterious or furious images
That'll rest in our mind
To hell or heaven, we belong

Watching stranger's kid playing on slides
I said to myself 'it won't last long'
The lady beside me, upset 'What?'
'The happiness' I said 'the joy in their smiles'
She stared at them, still upset 'Why?'
'They'll see the reality, and they'll know
It really is a mystery, or is a book
They climb up the ladder
And then joy ends within seconds
They slide down, happy screams
They must know the truth
It's the happiness leading to climb, again
They'll feel the value of sweat
The higher they climb, the longer they enjoy
It's really the game, they're playing right now
That creates difference and belief
To what comes next'
The lady asked 'what if a step breaks?'
'The reality has millions of slides,
better leave it and try the other one,
Or
trust himself and climb the broken
He would risk his life, but the joy will multiply
The harder they work, the sweetest they feel'
The lady asked 'where are you now?'
'I'm on the step, that might break any moment'

Their skin needed flesh underneath
The power of the weak rooted beneath
Well, it seemed they must solidly arise
They must soon pound the fist to uprise
Break all the chains of poverty suffered
Reach out to breathe the realness occurred
And, pressurize the symbols to listen up
The green, orange, red; wake them up
Snoring every occasion of massacres
The value has lost, till out the treasures
If they will, they will turn down offers
Press hard, their future must be what offers
The rich is few, majority the minority
Rising to the thrones, decree theirs charity
Rule holding hands, together for eternity
Weak power is never the minor's ability
They can, should and will rise again
A peaceful, strong, just world will reign

When looks don't adore
When riches don't count
When strength don't daunt
Peace should rule the world

See things through
Believe the truth
There's no where to go
Will they ever come to know?

Help, Help, screamed the weak
Look yourself, you smell weak
Noticed the aroma tardily reeks
Caught up with reality's deeds

It still unfolds the elegance
The art of God, we are blessed
Yellow, orange and the greenery
Teach me Lord, the secret
And the blue sky that matches
To the brown body they adhere
We embrace you mother nature
Your beauty is never questioned
The process of growth and the manner
It's us not blending in, are we?
The meadows lay like sheets
With such a pulchritude
As children of your beauty
We are so much owed to you