Sometimes I feel I'm from another place,
That I belong somewhere else in space,
This world is too much for my heart to bear,
For I come from a land where the life is fair.

There must be some reason I cannot cope,
With violence and hatred, there's almost no hope.
Why must the humans make it this way?
I have no idea, all I can do pray.

I'll dream of my home, full of beauty and love,
And wish that this place will have help from above.
Even if, in the end, it turns out to be,
That wonderful heaven was invented by me.