The tiny grass on the ground,
Is the hope, is the sound,
Where the rain kiss the toys,
And The Humanity enjoys,
And the universe unfolds,
Where the love beholds,
A territory of dream,
An untouched realm,
Yes, the life is boundless,
Like our soul, it’s soundless,
Let’s paint, the rainbow together,
Let the world cry, let them gather,
When the ray of insanity,
Will burn the tragedy,
The believe will then shine,
Your’s, their’s and mine,
And that will then cast the hope,
Ruthlessly conquer the dope,
But at this very point,
It’s so dark and disjoint,
So, look at the tiny grass,
The hard time shall pass,
Persistence and creativity,
Shall water the sanity,
Perceive through the darkest alley,
Believe in self, there’s no tally
When you’ll rise, after being churned,
The demon inside will then be burned.
And the shining bay,
Will mark the day,
When the humanity will be free,
And the dawn, every single dream will see.
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