I walked through the meadow,
And there was only me.
I wasn't scared of the bugs,
Not the grasshoppers or bees.

I smelled the lilac
And the springtime air.
I frolicked in the field,
I had no cares.

I laid in the grass,
And looked at the sky
Closed my eyes
And said, "Why? Oh why?"

Must I go back home
To the crumbling streets,
With the smog and litter
That sits at my feet?

Back to the oblivious people
Who don't seek
A simple life
Not wanting to be unique.

To the empty walls
That have no feeling
To white washed walls
That give no healing.

I said, "Why? Oh why?
Can't I stay here?
I can't go back home
And live in constant fear.*"