People buying and buying
People blind
And deaf
To Crime
And Death.
People trying to hide
Their pain.
People learning
From rain.

Falling down,
You belong
To the ground.

People saying
Repeating
I’m fine
But I’m tired
I’m lying
Truth is so plain
I am flying away.

Falling down
You belong
To the ground.
But I’m high
I belong
To the sky
To the sky.
I spread my wings
And fly
Goodbye.