What if I tell you I got the power to fly, to fly away from this place. Way up high beneath the spongie clouds and the silver light of the moon?
Would you fly away with me from all this? From all this land of pain and limitations, from all this people who **** for power and ambition.
Those people who let other people die for the lack of love and compassion they have inside their rusty hearts.
I know you will. To fly away from all this, way across the mysterious blue ocean which seems the be waving at us, but I don't know if he is saying 'come back someday and save me from this painful world' or if he is saying 'goodbye, and take all of your poisonous breed with you'. I wish I could go up to the ocean and tell him that I'll take all of them away from here, but I can't. People are drowning, they are drowning themselves with pride, swallowing the waters of ambition. They won't save themselves because they won't stop swallowing that water which will dig a hole for their bodies.