im going in circles
im living the dream
and life became hurtless
like image from film
my childhood back
im flying again  
i never had  loved you, i never felt vain
my world is created, from bits of my past
possessions are ashes, the people are dust
A child in forest, playing with sticks
like birds he is honest, and uses no tricks
i dream of a planet that has no despair
of fragrant green landscapes, of god that is fair
Feel power of nature, be power of life
where nothings forgotten, and nobody dies